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Baseball
Sunday June 27, 2010 12:00pm –> whenever.

There will be a BBQ and baseball game. All adults are welcome to sign up to play. Kids are welcome to be the cheering/jeering section.

It promises to be a clash of good guys/gals and bad guys/gals. (In other words, you have to choose a side.)

The only rule we’ve put in place is that if you sign up with a significant other, you cannot play for the same team. Flip a coin, paper rock scissors it, or whatever it takes to commit to a side. (There’s no middle road.)

Just for the sake of argument Keith Lihaven will lead the good guys and Dustin Kerley will obviously pilot the bad guys.

If you prefer the high road, the good guys will bore us with their nagging sportsmanship. On the flip side, the bad guys will win, even if we must resort to well calculated cheating. (It’s all in the good nature of competition of course.) Families are welcome to attend.  Maybe bring their game of choice for on the sidelines, if they don’t wish to cheer for mommy and daddy. (You know what I mean.)

We will likely hold the clash @ a Cochrane Ball Diamond. Taran Lihaven is working out more details, because she’s good at that. (and she will obviously be playing for the bad guys because she really wants to see her husband go down.) There won’t be a training camp, but begin to visualize your strengths. This is serious stuff folks.

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Other Histories of idbetter

There’s  a lot of speculation going around as to where idbetter found its birth place, but here’s what I’ve heard anyway. It was back in the very late 1900’s, early 2000’s - in a town just north of the U.S. border. There was a growing concern for the newly adopted phrase ‘I’d better not’. It had become such a serious crisis to newlyweds, college students and young adults in general, that the very need for community was nearly lost. With the oppression growing in strength, something had to give. I mean a $10 dollar Starbucks Latte was being dropped for a $2 dollar Tim hortons drip coffee. (Things weren’t looking good, to say the least.) To simply commit to a night out with friends and enjoy the activities that help folks gain some perspective during trying times, became unheard of. It wasn’t unusual to hear in passing - ‘I’d better not, I’m way behind on my studies'. Or 'I’d better not, my child won’t forgive me'. Oh, here’s the best one – 'I’d better not, that kind of lax atmosphere is only for the little ones, and I have responsibilities'. A strange but sensible group in town began a charge. They made it public that, everyone’s generally always behind, secondly – parents with kids need the friendship of other people to help them keep their sanity, and finally – a couple hours of stress relief couldn’t be the worst thing for anyone.

It was decided that they would hold a forum at the town hall, as something needed to be done.  The town’s people weren’t leaving their homes, and people were only connected by the odd text message:'wut r u doin' 'Nuthn' 'Wanna do sumthn' 'Idbetrnot'. A law was passed by the town board that made it a mandatory meeting – there would be no information on line, and texting would be heavily fined if used before, during, or after. Word by mouth and cell phone conversation spread. Morale started to improve even before the forum. (Thankfully, a few were still practicing communication through the personalized magic of sound.) Only a few hand delivered warnings were issued without complete judgment. 

By the time the town forum was held, it seemed that most had already began to grasp this new concept. 'I'd better' was never again followed by ‘not’ and cell phone contracts took an obvious  turn to provide people with the opportunity to communicate through authentic personalized expression. At closing of the town meeting, somebody mentioned they go bowling. One dude promptly said – 'I’d better not'. Before he even had the chance to say he was kidding...well it wasn’t pretty. The town never spoke of the incident ever again. Some would call it myth, but you be the judge. If you should pass by this town, which will be left anonymous, just join a random conversation. At the most opportune time, throw in the I’d better not. Do it, I dare you.

Why We’d Better:

idbetter offer others some encouragement
idbetter discover that others can inspire me
idbetter allow for truth to reveal itself.

In Person - Amen.