Musings, musings, musings...I do a lot of that, and then by the time I remember to come here and type it in all of my best phrases are forgotten, and I do use a lot of nice, big words while I am musing. 
Yesterday my musing was all about soccer.  I sure love the game, especially when I am winning, but not at the expense of my integrity. 
Have you ever noticed, though, that when you are playing a sport that can get competitive, sometimes that integrity you thought you had can get a lot harder to hold on to?   I am quite blessed to have wonderful teammates who play with a positive attitude and hold each other up with encouragement as they go.  Sometimes, though, the teams we play...are quite the opposite.  We've had a team fall apart and just spend the time yelling at each other.  We've also had the team that plays dirty, knowing it's going out so kicking it farther, to tire us out as well as run the time out on the clock.  Yesterday I played keeper, and I had a girl deliberately continue to kick even as my hands were on the ball.  I got dirt in my face and a pretty scratched up knee.  I had thought it was an accident until after the game when I overheard her talking about another incident that had occurred.  She wasn't too kind. 
It makes me wonder...is the sport even fun for these people?  How can you truly enjoy something when you have feelings of discontent in your heart?  I certainly know that when I play with any kind of negative feelings, suddenly I'm not playing for fun, but for revenge or for the intent of besting someone else...and that just isn't fun for me...
So I play soccer.  I play for fun, for exercise, for socializing, and to just exist, in that moment, as an athlete and nothing else.  And I try to keep my integrity intact as I do so.