Monday, November 24, 2025

Bowling Alone, Eating Alone: A Thanksgiving Day Reminder

The Pew Center for Applied Research reports that 74% of Americans will gather at the Thanksgiving table with other people. Approximately 5% will eat alone, many for reasons that are understandable—like work or travel. While those statistics speak to the practice of a national holiday, on the daily, 50% of Americans eat lunch alone—and at their desks. I would like this holiday to serve as a reminder of the importance of table fellowship and what is at stake when we eat alone. 

The Algonquin Round Table was a famous group of writers, critics, and actors who met
for lunch every day at the Algonquin Hotel in New York City during the 1920s

Harvard professor, political  scientist and the award winning author Robert Putnam wrote about the phenomena of bowling alone. In his book by the same name, he argues that American civic life has been declining since the 1960s. He reports that  while the number of people who bowl has increased, participation in bowling leagues has sharply decreased. In other words, people still do activities—they just do them more privately and less socially. More and more of us are bowling alone.

I would never think to bowl alone, but as the moderator of the S.I. bowling club, I have see people do just that. Solo bowlers usually have their AirPods in their ears as they quietly practice their game.

My friend Brook and I were talking about golfing alone during our round on Saturday. Neither of us is partial to it, though it’s not an unusual sight. For us, golfing solo feels compromises we enjoy about the game. This "long walk spoiled," is made enjoyable by the time in recreation  play, and even practice with others.

How we play and spend our leisure time is worth noticing and reflecting on—but so is how we share a meal. Bowling and golf are things we might choose to do in our “free time.” How we eat, where we eat, and with whom we eat are part of our daily lives, shaping our sense of connection and community—which is why the article from "YahooLife!" caught my attention.
Three-quarters of Americans who are employed by someone else do get a lunch break. About half of those people have paid lunch breaks, while half take lunch unpaid. In either case, the most common way that they spend their break is eating at their desk (50%). Just shy of 30% of workers go out for lunch on their own. 
During lunchtime, nearly half (44%) just eat, taking a break from screens and tasks to focus on their food. But 38% spend this time scrolling on their phones.
I read these stats and, although I wasn’t surprised, I felt disappointed. I shouldn’t have been—I live this reality. Even before my school began its major renovation, many of my colleagues regularly ate at their desks. Yes, our days are busy and our schedules are dictated by the bell, but I’ve always made a point of taking fifteen to twenty minutes to sit down and eat with my coworkers.

We have spirited conversations, dynamic ones. There are colleagues I look forward to talking to and others, well not so much. But, table fellowship is a fundamental for building community.
According to Elias, stepping away from your desk and sharing a meal is also good for your sense of connection to others. “When you’re enjoying something, even if it’s just a grilled cheese, in the company of other people enjoying things, it’s a kind of affirmation of your humanity,” she says. Eating together is a form of “community building in little ways,” Elias says, adding that it serves as a reminder that “we have something in common.”
We are nourished by much more than what the lunch room has to offer; we feed each other—with stories, comments and questions, jests and jokes. I miss out...we miss out by those who stay in their classroom or office. 


Today, I am certain that even more faculty and staff eat alone given that our wonderful faculty dining room is no more. When the Jesuit residence was torn down, this refuge for teachers—a house of hospitality for visitors that once lived in the Jesuit residence went with it. I have gone on record to say that the two things I care about most in our new building are the the chapel and the cafeteria/faculty dining space. I don't think these spaces are unrelated. Yes, classrooms are essential, but to underestimate either of those spaces is shortsighted.

In her book "Loyal Sons and Daughters: A Notre Dame Memoir," Sister Jean Lenz, OSF pays homage to a place where she regularly ate lunch and dinner—the Pay-Caf. She writes, 
Call it what you will –the Pay-Caf, the Oak Room, the legendary Oak Room, or the Night Oak–it was a public cafeteria situated between two student cafeterias in the South Dining Hall. This colorful eatery was where the university community intersected, mostly because of hunger for food and good company.
Pay-Caf gatherings and conversations at meal times made me more aware of what Father Hesburgh meant when I heard him speak on the quality of campus life. He insisted that a person could be admitted to Notre Dame, never attend class, and still emerge as an educated person four years later if he or she took advantage of the lectures conferences and other worthwhile activities outside the classroom and spend some time talking with professors and fellow students about their lives and interests.

I knew what Father Ted meant when I saw such professors as philosopher Joe Evans and English scholars Joe Duffy and his colleague Lou Nickelson, from out of the pages of Beowulf, hold court regularly at Pay-Caf tables. These were men who left long-standing impressions in the lives of those they taught.

One of the large round tables turned into what are referred to as The Algonquin table, a takeoff on the famed table of the same name in the New York Hotel, where you would never sit down unless invited. I never realize that this big table had that reputation. Actually, it was a storytelling table. One Sunday morning Jim Murphy, who was in charge of the crowd control in the Joyce Center, invited me to bring my tray to that table and in the process coaxed a Farley Hall story for me. It paid my table membership fee.

There were a number of good readers that gathered at that table who opened up worlds of discussion and storytelling on various topics including Notre Dame and South Bend politics, changes in the church, new books, movies, and sports. 
How I would love to sit at that fabled storytelling table—or at least be close enough to listen in. I’ve sat at enough dining hall tables, especially in places like the Oak Room, to know that good conversation, silliness, and laughter are contagious.


There’s a saying that "Jesuit education happens at tables." And although Notre Dame is run by the Congregation of Holy Cross, I think Father Ted would agree.

For those who are remain unconvinced, "it’s healthier to have a break from work and take your time while eating, rather than rushing through lunch. Though it may sound counterintuitive, research suggests that taking breaks at work can boost productivity (and well-being)."  Upon reading that information, I realized that although I break for lunch, I don't so much as even pause for breakfast. What has been deemed "the most important meal of the day" is one I actually eat while driving. That's a terrible habit. 

I look back fondly on the six to eight men—my former coworkers at St. Francis High School—who gathered every morning at 7:00 a.m. for something far richer than toast or cereal. Their daily coffee klatch, their own personal Pay-Caf, nourished more than hunger. It fed joy, friendship, and the bonds that form when people choose to sit down together.

That’s what gathering at a table with others can do. I hope your Thanksgiving meal offers the same.

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Sunday, November 16, 2025

The Life of Nick Mangold—A Blessing and a Reminder

When called to offer words of condolence, my aunt always writes, “May his or her memory be a blessing.” I’ve always loved that message. It’s a beautiful wish — a hope to hold onto.

Upon hearing about the passing of Nick Mangold, I found myself wanting to rewrite that message. The 41-year-old football player, who spent his entire 11-season career as a center with the New York Jets, died on October 25, 2025 from complications of a kidney disease. As I write about him now, I hope his memory is not only a blessing but something more. Let it be a reminder.

In 2006, Mangold was diagnosed with a genetic defect that has led to chronic kidney disease. In a letter addressed to "My NY Jets community" he wrote, "I'm undergoing dialysis as we look for a kidney transplant. I always knew this day would come, but I thought I would have more time." I wish he had. I also wish he had found a match. I wish more people knew about how they too can save a life. And, I say this because that is precisely what my cousin Amy said when asked why she donated her kidney in June 2024.

The article "By donating a kidney to a stranger, WA woman forged an immediate bondreports that Amy decided to become a non-directed kidney donor for a number of reasons. In addition to the influence of podcasts (yes, podcasts), she said, “I have a job where I can get time off. I don’t have kids. I’m healthy. I’ve always been a blood donor. And I have a family that understands the importance of helping others.”

Jim Simon's piece is nearly perfect, with one exception: it omits the simple, piercing question Amy asked herself — and, by extension, is asking of all of us. How often do I — do we — get the chance to save a life? The power of that question is not lost on the author, though. After all, he was the recipient of Amy’s kidney. She saved his life.

Amy meets Jim and his wife!

Amy is unique in many ways — and I love her deeply. But here, “unique” is also the technical term. She is what is officially called a non-directed donor, "someone who chooses to donate a kidney even though no loved one, friend, or acquaintance needs one. Non-directed donors have no say in, nor any knowledge of, who will receive their organ. There is no certainty, not even a strong likelihood, that they will ever meet the stranger whose life they save." The story of their meeting in person—months after the successful transplant, underscores Simon's article. But, it's purpose is much more.

Simon notes:

  • About 100,000 people in the United States are currently on the waiting list for a kidney transplant.
  • Kidney transplants have increased in the last decade, reaching nearly 28,000 last year.
  • But the waiting list grows far faster than the number of transplants.
  • An estimated 12 people die every day while waiting for a kidney.

We need both directed and non-directed donors. We need people to check the “organ donor” box at the DMV and to tell their families their wishes regarding end-of-life decisions. The math is simple: more donors mean more lives can be saved.

And here’s the truth many don’t realize: in good health, almost anyone can become an altruistic donor. We don’t actually need two kidneys; we can live with one. In short, there are enough kidneys out there to go around — enough that the wait might not be long...enough that we might not lose someone like Nick Mangold—husband, father of four, son, brother, friend and former teammate at such a young age. 

Like Amy, I'm a fan of podcasts. In fact, the one I listen to Pardon the Interruption (PTI) is how I learned of Mangold's passing. They quoted the The New York Jets website which stated. 

He was the heartbeat of our offensive line for a decade and a beloved teammate whose leadership and toughness defined an era of Jets football. Off the field, Nick's wit, warmth, and unwavering loyalty made him a cherished member of our extended Jets family.

Nick married his high school sweetheart, Jennifer

I heard the news and I stopped in my tracks. My eyes pooled with water as I realized his life's story was cut short. I wish he could have gotten a kidney. I wish more people knew about Amy's choice, her gift and perspective. In a letter to her parents (my aunt and uncle), she wrote "It’s not just me saving one life, it’s our family who is ‘saving’ another family.” 

Let's share Mangold's story and in doing so, his memory will only continue to be a blessing and... much more.

BTW: That's Amy's mom, my Aunt Wendy who writes that message ;-)
Please read the full post on Amy here.

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Paying Attention As Prayer: Sunsets and The Shema

Simone Weil once wrote that “attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer.” This week, I saw a sky so beautiful I couldn’t help but stop and notice. It felt as if God were trying to get my attention. That moment reminded me that one of the simplest prayers we can offer requires only a pause—and the choice to pay attention.


I was at school for an evening show and stepped out onto the piazza overlooking Ocean Beach. On too many days, the view is swallowed by fog. But when the sky is clear, it is downright magical. That evening, I realized we were experiencing one of those rare late-Fall sunsets—San Francisco’s version of summer magic. I captured the moment on film, hoping to invite my students to see sunsets like this not only as moments to notice, but as an invitation to pray.


I have written about paying attention as a spiritual discipline before. It resonates with people because it's  not overly pious. It's not difficult and it requires little time and no money. 
Anyone can pray this prayer. I have found that being outside and gazing at nature is an ideal environment and queue for this prayer.

I first came to this realization when I was playing golf with my good friend Charlie on the Ocean Course at the Half Moon Ritz Carlton. Our 1:00 p.m. tee time meant that we were on the 17th tee box as the sun was setting. Though the majority of hotel guests were walking the grounds to take in the view—an infinite horizon against the Pacific Ocean, I easily could have kept my sights on finishing our round in a timely manner. Not Charlie. He told me that he wanted to take in what his eyes could behold. I said "Charlie, let's bring it in. I'm good." He didn't listen to me; I'm so glad. Instead, he paused, looked from north to south at the western sky and kept silent. He let the sunset speak for itself. 

Ever since that day, I have made a point of taking a prayerful pause when I golf and see a beautiful sight. Honestly, I make an effort to behold a majestic tree, a clear sky, a rising moon or a setting sun. Yes, golfers spend a good chunk of time outside so interactions with nature and opportunities to pay attention to it abound, but I invite other athletes to do the same. The requirement is no different: pay attention.

For example, I attended the WCAL III XC meet at Crystal Springs. Rain had passed through earlier, and by the time the athletes lined up for the 2.95-mile course, the sky had opened—revealing vistas so breathtaking that everyone there, runners and spectators alike, couldn’t help but look up, out, and beyond to savor the moment. I know they did—because I told more than a few of them to do just that.


The purpose of this post however, is to offer a call to action that goes beyond simply paying attention. To borrow from Eric Liddell, the Scottish gold medalist and subject of Chariots of Fire: “I want you to do more than just watch a race.” I want you to pray. How might we do that?

When beauty catches your attention, pause and say, “Thank you, God.” As Anne Lamott might put it, simply say “thanks” and “wow.” Offer those words, too. How often does the Creator get credit for what has been created? I suspect the answer is “never enough.”

Since early October, I have been teaching RS201, Christology. Sophomores are learning about the Jesus of History, the Christ of Faith. In reading the Gospel we learn that before his public ministry began, Jesus was baptized and He was tempted in the desert. Richard Rohr writes
Jesus is the master of spiritual discernment here, which is always much more subtle and particular than mere obedience to external laws. Note that Jesus quotes no moral commandments here, but only wisdom texts from Deuteronomy.
The book of Deuteronomy contains the Shema, a central declaration of faith, meant to anchor daily life in awareness of God. Jews are called to offer this prayer twice daily, in the morning and evening. I absolutely love this prayer practice. It is foundational and formative. It is easy to pray.



As a faithful Jew, we can assume Jesus offered this prayer every morning and evening. While we 
don't know if he prayed the Shema when he was tempted by the devil, we do know that he called on the wisdom teaching of His faith to keep him strong. Time and again in his life, he called upon the Father—God—for help. We are always invited to do the same.

Our prayers to God need not always be in supplication.We can pay attention and when we do, we can give thanks. We can praise God. We can show appreciation and send our love. 

Mary Pipher has written "attention is the purest form of love." God who is love, pays attention to us. As a way to show our love to God, let us pay attention to  beauty, creation and one another. Amen.

Photo Credits
Shema
Eric Liddell

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Post World Series Petty Party: Baseball Fans are Invited

I'm hosting a party. Giants and Blue Jays fans are welcome. Phillies fans? please join us. What's the occasion? Is there are theme? At what time will it end? And what should I wear?! If you're a Dodger fan you're not invited. Here's why.

When Blue Jay's catcher, Alejandro Kirk. hit into a double play for the final two outs of the 2025 World Series, I got up in disgust and walked out of my parents' family room. The Dodgers came from behind to beat the Toronto Blue Jays 5-4 in 11 innings. In that moment I was debating who I hate more: Dodgers or USC Trojans. Regardless, my disdain doesn't change the outcome. The text messages started pouring in. Why? I was hosting a petty party. 

In one conversation I stated "I'm so mad at the Blue Jays right now. They couldn't get it done, and now we live with the outcome." My friend responded "I can't." No further words were necessary. 

To another I said "Thank God I didn't bet on the Jays, I would be losing my mind right now." to which my friend said "it's impossible to bet against the Dodgers. They're animals." I asked him to leave the party. 

I found a way to swallow my bitterness and I congratulated my friend Scott, the biggest Dodger fan I know—and yes, we are real friends. Ever gracious, he did not gloat. He did however quote Fox Sports announcer, Alex Rodriguez who said, "you can make the argument that Toronto played better in every way. But the Dodgers found a way to win." This prompted me to respond. "I never believe what A-Rod has to say." At this point, my petty party was raging.

Before Game 7, the theme was "Beat LA" And a t-shirt with that logo was fitting attire. Now, it's nothing with Dodger Blue. We won't play Randy Newman's "I Love L.A." either. The petty party will carry into next season, as the Giants battle it out for the NL West. And as petty as this petty party sounds (and is) there's one problem with it: for baseball and sports fans, this October classic featured great baseball. And for that, I must thank not only the Toronto Blue Jays but yes. the Los Angeles Dodgers (there, I said it).

I realized this early in the series. On Monday, October 27, I went to bed after 13 innings of baseball. I woke up exhausted from too little sleep. After my alarm went off, I rolled over and hit refresh on Safari. The score changed from 5‑5, Blue Jays vs. Dodgers, to 5‑6: Dodgers win. I zoomed in to see the box score. Eighteen innings?! I have no dog in this fight, and yet that was the first thing I wanted to know.

I have not become a Canadian baseball fan; I do root against the most things LA. I can't say what Governor Newsom said in his friendly bet with the Premiere of Ontario. Ever. So what gives? Why watch a game that I have little to no investment in? Fortunately local sports talk radio host, Brian Murphy gave me an answer. He said "we hate the Dodgers here on KNBR, but we love great baseball." That's what we saw. Yahoo Sports offered this summary:

The Dodgers outlasted the Blue Jays, 6-5, in an 18-inning marathon that was tied for the longest game in World Series history (by innings). When the dust finally settled, 609 pitches had been thrown by 19 different pitchers, 37 runners had been left on base, 25 position players had been used, and nearly seven hours had passed (6:39).

The hero: Reigning World Series MVP Freddie Freeman hit a walk-off solo blast to make him the first player in history with multiple World Series walk-off home runs. And he did it in back-to-back years.

Multiple friends texted me about what we were all witnessing during that game (and others). Even my students took notice. One senior stopped by my office to ask if I’d watched the game; another admitted he hadn’t done his homework because he couldn’t stop watching. I took an informal poll in class: “Raise your hand if you watched last night’s game.” Half the class did. Then I asked, “Who stayed up until the end?” I wasn’t prepared to see a critical mass of hands in the air. 

From 2010 to 2015, it was very easy to speak baseball in Sports and Spirituality class. In recent years, that conversation hasn't gotten much traction. However, last nights Sports Equinox contest weighed in and had me believing what I read is true. David Long of Yahoo Sports writes

Baseball is booming: MLB's total attendance this season (71.4 million fans) increased for the third consecutive year, which hadn't happened since 2005-07. That growing popularity could be seen over the airwaves and other digital channels, too. 

Viewership
: Postseason games drew an average of 4.33 million viewers through the Division Series, a 30% increase over last year and the highest in 15 years. Similar high-water marks were seen during the regular season, where TBS (highest viewership since 2011), ESPN (2013) and Fox (2022) all drew big numbers, too.

Streaming: A record 19.39 billion minutes were watched on MLB.TV, which saw seven of its 10 most-watched games ever take place this year.

Digital: MLB's social media pages garnered a record 17.8 billion views this year and the MLB app had its most-trafficked season ever.

Concerned that betting is a primary factor for increased interest, he speaks to what's driving this: 

A variety of factors are at play, but the discussion has to begin with the implementation of the pitch clock, which may go down as one of the best decisions in MLB history.

Games, which used to routinely last well over three hours, averaged just 2:38 this season — the third year in a row under 2:40 since the pitch clock arrived in 2023. Just three 9-inning games this season lasted longer than 3:30. In 2021, there were 391 such games.

The impact of this cannot be overstated. Fans at home can watch games without it taking over their entire evening, and fans going to the ballpark can reasonably expect to be home before 10pm most nights — a pipe dream in the not-so distant past.

Other new rules like larger bases, limiting pickoffs and banning the shift have also led to more steals, more balls in play and a generally more exciting game. It's not rocket science: A better product with a smaller time commitment has yielded a surge in popularity.

Then there's the star power: The sport's two best players — one of whom is an international superstar — playing in the league's two biggest markets is a boon of epic proportions. And Aaron Judge and Shohei Ohtani aren't just MLB's current best players; they've spent the last few years carving out their places as all-time greats.

The big picture: Baseball's boom seems to be having a trickle-down effect, with youth participation up to a record 8.49 million. Plus, the last three College World Series were the most-watched since 2011.

It may sound odd, but I read this information and I felt joy. I love baseball and I want the game to grow. I love the feeling of watching a great game and sharing that excitement with others. To me, rivalry is revelry. I enjoy the struggle and the strife, facing the enemy and rooting against him. I love it when my team succeeds—it's as if all of San Francisco lights up. Each season spawns a new narrative—never easy, never predictable, exciting and heartbreaking. Some end in a parade others in a pity party.

In the end, my petty party isn’t really about the Dodgers—it’s about devotion. To care this much is to risk disappointment; it’s also to be fully alive in the company of others who care too. That’s the strange grace of fandom. The rivalry fuels our passion, but the game itself restores our faith—in competition, in community, in the beauty of the long season. Baseball gives us something to root for, to rally against, and to remember. And if that means I’m still mad at the Dodgers come spring training, so be it. Hope—and maybe even humility—will show up again on Opening Day. And if I'm at Oracle for that game, I'll be in my Beat L.A. t-shirt. Go Giants!

Photo Credits
Beat LA
Hug
Roberts
Freeman
Max