Mobile Minutes: Arkansas Part V

Eighteen hours later…
Six bottles of coconut water later…
Two games of Pitch later…

I’m back in bed.

Darco is long gone, she’s been asleep for nearly ten minutes already, and I’m fading fast.

After surviving the morning race, we spent the day in the house, card games, and trying to get comfortable while our bodies stiffened up.


I'd shoot the moon...

After a late lunch, family photos, and a pathetic attempt at a nap, Darco and I headed to our hotel for some sleep.

But not without catching this shot, which highlights really how extraordinarily beautiful my wife really is:



Tomorrow will be early morning training, smoothie, waffles, and the open road back north.

Fighting the sleep demons…


Mobile Minutes: Old School

The internet is out at our place currently, so I’m doing this like the old school days, inputting by phone.

Allow me to start by showing you the lunch special at a friend of mines joint:


Chicken & Waffles

That my dear friends is how you do chicken & waffles.

I’m to the point in the evening that I’m icing my feet, and also dozing in and out of sleep. I can relate this only to being sick and falling asleep on the toilet. The Monday-Friday schedule isn’t easy. It’s not the morning workout that got me, it was the evening workout at which point I had wished I was asleep for the night.

I’m tired, but I tell myself it’s worth it. Tomorrow I only have one session in the morning, 1.5 days of rest following, and a four mile race Friday morning. I expect Saturday to be restful, and Sunday to be light. Killing it again on Monday.

Spiritually…it’s a fight. Several times today I found myself staring off into space thinking, “This really is impossible…”. I’m sure that’ll forever be the battle. I’m not sure why but the term impossible is addictive, it’s this sensational desire to just prove the sheer idea wrong. I work to find communion with God, and at the same time I’m frequently having to put a new demon to rest. I suppose spirituality life is just as taxing as the physical life.

I’m still learning.

Good news is tomorrow is the last day in the office, and I’m out for three days in Arkansas.

The dark one has already beaten me to falling asleep…


I ice, he sleeps...


Mobile Minutes: Fighter

Got to work yesterday feeling “off”. I couldn’t seem to wake up or to get warm. Both being bad signs. On top of that my hunger was out of control. Another indicator of getting sick.

Went home from work around 4:00. Got home, had dinner, and I slept for almost a solid twelve hours.

Now? I feel refreshed and perfect!


Mobile Minutes: Afternoon


…I’ll see you in the afternoon.

These were the words I received from my supervisor yesterday after work. Yesterday I was able to witness the marketing crisis of our time: no sleep and no food.

We went from 8:30 to 5:30 yesterday. Same conference room, strategizing marketing themes for the next year.

Mentally I was gone last night. Thankfully, my relief was found in the grand opening of Rock & Run Brewery, a place where the Kansas City Shock is encouraged to call home. It was a blast, a fun night, and much needed after that work load.

Currently: Heading back into Kansas City to the office. A new project awaits, and I’m much more alert.

Very thankful for being able to earn my wage.


Mobile Minutes: 18

I’m at hour 18 for the day. I’ve been battling a bug over the week, and I think I’m losing this battle.

School was great, another thought of going back into the classroom (completely not likely). Quick jot home, grabbed Darco, and went back into Kansas City for the Kansas City Shock Academy tryouts.

Those three hours were a complete blur. Not sure what all happened, aside from this photo of one of our keepers. She’s put on some serious…terrifying muscle since I last saw her. Scary stuff.


My eyes are struggling to stay open…so goodnight for now.


O: Worship Time


I think of Sonicflood, church camp, high school girls, and people crying on Thursday night. I imagine hands held high, I see ladies with their eyes closed, and potentially hearing the ‘speaking in tongues’ within some groups. However, the more and more I think of worship, the more I tend to constrain my thoughts towards the image of a church, a camp, a group of Christians doing…well…Christian things.

Anyone else gotten to the point that they enjoy having their thoughts proven wrong…repeatedly? I’m a man of stereotypes; it’s a nasty habit, but tempting all the time. The stereotype of worship in a spiritual notion is easily one of the worst. However, tonight reality came knocking, the Holy Spirit kicked down my walls, and I experienced worship.

On the soccer field.

I’ve heard athletes talk about feeling closer to God when they’re doing what they love; granted, I hear very few businessmen ever say that. I always thought it was cliche, but man these past two days has taken my ego, placed it in check, and God has shocked my world.

For those of you keeping track of my strange life; the Kansas City Shock, the women’s soccer team that I own, started their first season this weekend with games on Saturday and Sunday. My life has been an exhaustive, stress filled nightmare. However, you know what?

-The fans showed up
-The merchandise sold [well]
-The players had jerseys
-The music was tight
-The fans cheered
-Photos were taken
-Goals were scored by players from USA, Scotland, and Australia
-The Kansas City Shock is currently 2-0 for the season!

I could cram down stats, and look at images, and flaunt this fact or that, but guys…when you’re standing on the field. You see a team pouring their hearts out for a dream, an idea, a belief. You can hear the fans screaming out names and numbers, the “oooo’s” and “ahhh’s”. You meet strangers and random friends [who probably have never imagined you in this position]. With all that mixed together…I had no choice…have no choice…but to praise God. The moment when you finally realize you’re in your calling, you’re in your ministry, all the garbage that life has thrown at you already…was for this moment. That’s my worship. My worship is seeing a girl who’s done everything to come back to the USA from Scotland, talk to me in April of last year about this program, tried out for this program, got on the roster, lost the first round of coaches, got delayed in the airport [and prior], etc…and see her turn into the most terrifying defender I’ve ever seen, a captain of the team, and knock in the first goal of tonight’s game? That’s a story you don’t forget. The local kid who was in goal and just took everything thrown at her…and then some and didn’t give up a goal all weekend. You don’t forget. The noise, laughter, cheering, and music all combined with whistles, final scores, and handshakes is just so much that it takes me hours later to realize how beautiful orchestrated God has brought an idea together.

I’m beat right now; I’d love to sleep…I’m going to sleep, but I knew I had to get this out first. The Kansas City Shock is real. It’s really, real. An idea and a thought has become a reality, and I’m just managing the task that God has given me. How amazing, beautiful, and breath taking it is to see Him at work.

That’s some good worship.


P.S. Remember that Australian…

Photo Courtesy of Rob Fish

Photo Courtesy of Rob Fish


Mobile Minutes: Two Hours


I made it home two hours earlier then last night. Again, I’m completely wiped. I’m still talking to one of the staff members of the Shock. Work tomorrow, meetings tomorrow, other events tomorrow…Saturday is the same…Sunday is the same…while I’m not complaining about the running around or the stress [surprise!]; I’m just amazed at how absolutely wiped out I currently am.

Looking for the restart in the morning.



It’s 2:47…AM

I’ve just experienced my first ‘work day’ of the summer.

Woke up.
Found out Jim’s factory is closing for good on June 7th. 40+ years of work gone.
Went back to sleep.
Woke up.
Went to gym.
Received email…redirected my entire day.
Received phone call. Meeting tonight at 8:00 PM.
Met with my girlfriend at her work.
Got coffee.
Met with MC at her work.
Went to work.
Left work.
Picked up Darco for team meeting at 6:00 PM.
Met the Kansas City Shock.
Answered questions.
Watched the first official practice get started.
Received text.
Prayer answered?
Left practice.
Went to meeting.
Massive meeting.
Left meeting.
Ate greasy burger.
Had meeting via Google+ around midnight.
Got home.
In bed.

Needless to say; I’m wiped. However, I want to show you a photo:

ZSport Meeting

…shock the world…

This will be a photo I will treasure for the rest of my life. The ladies you see here are the Kansas City Shock. The prayers, the requests, the long nights and crazy days…it was for this. Sure, it isn’t perfect yet, but man it is getting there. I just can’t believe I saw these players tonight, and was just in awe at what He has done.

Let’s get our praise on. He’s so, so good to us.