Lawrence Peter Berra is an American icon.
Known for his wisdom.
This wise sage made his name in the world of baseball. Not as a sportswriter, or an owner, but as a player.
Lawrence played for the New York Yankees from 1946 until 1963. Although an excellent catcher, he was better known for his interviews with the baseball writers. He had a knack for delivering deep and insightful quotes that most of us can repeat to this very day.
One of my favorite “Yogi” Berra quotes? “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
As I think back on my life, I’m fascinated to see how decisions of the past have so greatly impacted my current life. I wrote about my decision to follow my uncle’s advice and learn a trade, and how that decision led to my current wife. I wrote about the time I decided to take a job that NOBODY thought I should and how it led me to greater success. I also wrote about how I made the decision to get into the real estate business and how it led me to become a storyteller.
After this last weekend, I’m reminded about another major decision I made in life and how it led to an amazing experience this weekend.
What decision you ask?
Fully committing to becoming a Dallas Cowboy fan. One of the greatest decisions in my life.
Hear me out.
Yesterday, my son Scott and I traveled to Indianapolis to watch our Cowboys beat the Colts and win their division.
However, someone forgot to tell the Cowboys to show up. Oh, they were there physically, but it sure didn’t show on the field.
Actually, if they stayed home they would have scored the same number of points–zero.
I knew it was going to be a long day when they drove down the field with their first possession and the field goal attempt was blocked. Kind of tough to put so much emotion into supporting your team and they get shut out.
Still, I had an amazing day. One I’ll always remember because it was spent with my son. Really, it was the first time we’ve had quality time since his wedding. (Wow. I still can’t believe my boy is married. Time flies.)
Back to my trip to Indy.
Scott lives in downtown Cincinnati, I picked him up at 8:30AM sharp and we headed west. The trip is roughly 90 minutes from Cincinnati, but it seemed much shorter as we had quality time to catch up with one another.
The sun came out on cue as we parked the truck and made our way to the stadium. The band was playing, the atmosphere was festive. We grabbed a couple of beers and marveled at the number of Cowboy jerseys we saw in the crowd. As we entered Lucas Oil Stadium we were awed by the size and overwhelmed by the sights and sounds.
Scott and I had an amazing trip to our third Cowboys game in the last few years. Although we saw them win in Cleveland and Cincinnati, our Cowboys loss yesterday was much more special. It was uninterrupted father/son time.
Two hours there, three hours back. Four hours in the stadium. Beer. Stadium food. Harassed by Colts fans as we left.
You see, if I hadn’t made the decision in 2011 to fire the Bengals, I wouldn’t have to travel two hours to attend a game.
I wouldn’t have had the uninterrupted time to get updates on my son’s life. To tell him how happy I am that he found an amazing life partner. To hear how much he loves her and proud he is of her.
Okay, maybe becoming a Cowboy fan isn’t one of the greatest decisions of my life, but it WAS a decision. It was a fork in the road and I took it.
It led to a few unpleasant events, (think Green Bay and Dez Bryant getting hosed by the officials in the 2014 playoffs ) but it also led to some wonderful events, like Sunday’s trip to Indy with my son.
So many times in life we are paralyzed by indecision.
Expand the business? Marry the girl? Volunteer? All forks in the road.
Yogi’s advice is brilliant–take it.