The Eagles lost to the Redskins today, 23-20. And it was pitiful and pathetic and painful to watch (didn’t I tell you not to watch?) Anyway . . . Since I’m from Philly, I’m reaching and looking and straining to find some semblance of hope. And Rocky is the best I can come up with.
In the film that bears his name, Rocky Balboa, a small-time boxer gets a supremely rare chance to fight the heavy-weight champion, Apollo Creed, in a bout in which he strives to go the distance for his self-respect. The character, the actor and the film were long shots to be respectable and all three could have thrown in the towel. But the film won 3 Academy Awards in 1976, including Best Picture, and is an enduring emblem of courage, confidence and spiritual conviction. And I need all three right now after watching my Eagles blow a winnable game in a woeful way.
So don’t throw in the towel. Even though the coaching is callous and the kicking is cockeyed and the “O” Line is dreary and the outlook is bleary, I’m not going to throw in the towel. I’m not. I want to, but I won’t. I care to, but I can’t. Because no able bodied, bona fide, born again believer will ever throw in the towel.
This phrase comes from boxing. When a boxer is too beat up to continue, his coach throws a towel into the ring to signal that the fight is over. But even though we are beat up and beat down and beat all around, we never give up. Just like Winston Churchill said.
And the Apostle Paul gave us this encouragement:
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; 2 Corinthians 4:8-9, KJV
So, my Eagles fans, don’t throw in the towel. At least not yet.