Yiddishe Football | Shloime Daskal

People like personal stories. I'll tell you a personal story. I was once, years ago, in a Pesach program in Florida. It was beautiful. A day after Pesach, we were scheduled to be in Orlando. So we went there, but we didn't have food to take along, so we went to the kitchen at the hotel. We took some yogurt, lebens, cheese, whatever was available after Pesach. You know, you can’t buy any Chometz. So we went to the park. By 5 o’clock in the afternoon, the food is done. We don't have anything to eat. I can’t buy anything. I'm in Orlando, there's no Kosher stuff. But I told my kids, they were hungry, Let's wait, 8 o’clock is our flight, we're going to the airport. We’ll get to Monsey, I'll buy you a pie of pizza, אם ירצה השם. שוין. So we got to the airport, and unfortunately, our flight was delayed with two hours. So my Kinderlech are sitting there, We're hungry, we're hungry. שוין. צו מאן מזל, אלעס מן השמיים. We were sitting across a goyishe restaurant, and somebody ordered over there a huge steak, and the smell went around the entire airport. So I'm sitting there with my children, they're hungry, and my daughter tells me these words, The goyim are so lucky. Wherever they go, they have food. And I got shocked. Oh my gosh, what am I going to say to my Kinderlech here? I asked the Ribono shel Olam: Please, please answer me. Give me an answer for the children. I said to my children: Let's go for a walk. I walk around the airport and there was a bar over there with a huge screen, and they were watching a game, a football game. Back and forth, the ball, they’re throwing it this way, they're throwing it this way, and I ask my kids: What's going on here in this game? Why can't the yellow team and the red team be so nice to each other, say: Let's not fight. Let's put the ball one here, one time here. So my daughter says to me: What do you mean? This is the game. This is the challenge. He wants and he doesn't want and that’s... whoever wins wins. Oy, Bashefer, Shkoyach for sending me this message. I said to my kids: Kinderlech, we’re Yiddelech. A goy, wherever he goes, he has food. He wants to go to this restaurant, this food, this food. A Yid מקען נישט אלעס. Sometimes you're hungry and there's non-Kosher food. But I'm hungry. But it’s non-Kosher food. But I'm hungry. Here goes the challenge, back and forward. And up in Shomayim, there's a huge stadium of Mal’achim. They’re cheering: Who is going to win over here, the Yetzer Hara or the Yetzer Tov? And then the Yid says no. The Torah says we're not allowed to eat Treif. Wow, that's the challenge. I told my Kinderlech, A Yid lives with a challenge. Sometimes we have in our life this, look, don’t look, do this, do that. Our challenge is not to look, and that's why we’re a Yid. Chazak.