Anticipation and Hope

While rewatching season one of Ted Lasso, I heard him say something inspiring to his team before a big game:

“So I’ve been hearing this phrase y’all got over here that I ain’t too crazy about. “It’s the hope that kills you.” Y’all know that? I disagree, you know? I think it’s the lack of hope that comes and gets you. See, I believe in hope. I believe in belief. Now, where I’m from, we got a saying too, yeah? A question, actually. “Do you believe in miracles?” Now, I don’t need y’all to answer that question for me… but I do want you to answer that question for yourselves. Right now. Do you believe in miracles? And if you do… then I want y’all to circle up with me right now. Come on. Let’s go.”

Last week, we celebrated the epic anniversary of the Miracle on Ice – an unforgettable moment in sports history when a group of young college men achieved the impossible by winning a gold medal and captivating a nation for two weeks. It got me thinking, does hope ever kill you? And what about the thrill of anticipation for an amazing experience? Can it ever be a bad thing? Let’s explore!

On Sunday, I was eagerly looking forward to Monday and the rest of the week. Since Monday was a holiday and the workplace was closed, I decided to take advantage of the good weather and make plans to go for a morning walk at a local nature area. After that, I planned to spend the afternoon reading and sipping tea. Luckily, the weather held up, the walk was wonderful, and I was able to finish reading my book. The anticipation and hope that I felt on Sunday turned into a reality on Monday.

As Monday slowly came to an end, I couldn’t help but feel an excitement for the upcoming Tuesday. It held the promise of a pivotal business meeting, a flurry of challenging tasks to tackle at work, and to top it all off, a thrilling college basketball game to watch. And boy, did Tuesday deliver! The day flew by, filled with a sense of purpose and accomplishment, just as I had hoped for.

As evening arrived, I was getting ready to watch the best college basketball team in the country, UConn, play against my son’s university team, Creighton. My son is good friends with many of the players, and I have also had the chance to get to know some of them. Watching them play, I often feel like I am watching my own family. However, my hope and anticipation for the game were wavering, and I began to have doubts, similar to what a long-time Minnesota Vikings fan might experience in the fourth quarter of most games. But in the end, the game surpassed my hopes as Creighton emerged victorious. It was two days where hope and reality perfectly aligned.

Recently, we have been eagerly anticipating our upcoming travels. One of the destinations we are most excited about is the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island. Our first visit there was on our honeymoon, and we have returned several times since then. Even though we have been there before, each visit is unique and just as enjoyable as the first one. We can hardly wait for this trip and are looking forward to having a fantastic time. Only time will tell if our hopes and reality will align.

Upon reflection after a week, Lasso’s argument may have merit. The feeling of hope and anticipation could enhance the overall experience. What are you looking forward to?

I hope you have a great week.