Mysterious Ways
10/26/01, early evening
GC was not happy. It was the fourth quarter of the second half of her high school’s football game, and her school’s team, the Conquistadores, had not yet scored. If this was going to be a repeat of last Friday’s disastrous Homecoming game, GC was going to need therapy, or at least a hug.
Something happened, something good. GC was not sure what it could have been, but if Dave, her mom’s current boyfriend, said it was good, it was good; besides, Dave knew much more about football than GC knew.
“Now all we need to do is pray that they score,” GC’s mom said.
CG raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the field. The Conquistadores were practically touching the end zone, the one they were supposed to be near. The opposing team, the Chancellors (who were, incidentally, on their own turf), stared GC’s “homies” down, daring them to score.
The quarterback bellowed out his cryptic code, a code GC never heard for she was too far from the front line to pick it up, but it would not have mattered anyway; GC would not have understand what it meant. Now was the time. GC made the Sign of the Cross, folded her hands together, bowed her head, and began:Hi, it’s me again. Um, if You wouldn’t mind helping my team score at least once, I’d be ---GC was knocked from her prayer by the happy cries of those around her. She opened her eyes and glanced at the scoreboard. The visiting team, her Conquistadores, scored! GC’s eyes darted over to Dave. “We scored?!”
“Yep!”
GC grinned. Thanks!
