I am an SF Giant's fan. A fair weather fan, I guess.
They have lost 10 of their last 13 and most of those to lower echelon teams. I am tired of watching them; in fact, my patience grows thin as I watch them either not pitch or not hit or both.
They started the season with a soft whimper that crescendoed to a loud roar. I loved watching them and applauded their better-than-expected fortunes that watched them climb to a 42-21 record, the best in the majors. Since then, reality has set in.
And I don't want to watch any more.
I wonder as I sit and mope in my office/bedroom as they are losing badly again to a bad team, how it would be if God was a fair weather fan of mine--if He only showed up to applaud my occasional victories and disappeared at my recurrent defeats.
God is a more than fair weather fan of mine. He is my advocate, my counselor, my Great Physician, my constant friend.
He's not like me.
Maybe I will figure it out. Until then I'm in my office.
