It’s Super Bowl Sunday again (well, tomorrow, as I write)! I must admit, I love the Super Bowl. Not because it is the SB, but because it is the last meaningful game before next season. My dad, when I was really young, was a football coach, so I watch football looking for all the fun interior line details that are never part of the televised commentary; football, like so many things, gets better the more you know about it.
What is irritating, though, is that God is always on the side of the winners (as PZ noted); it is such a great time to wear one’s religion on one’s sleeve. Of course, it also bothers me that even those among us who find that notion silly, the same after-the-fact reasoning is used to show that the team that had greater will to win, that wanted it more, that just refused to say die, is the one who took the trophy home. Nobody ever gives up the will to win, but then cruises to victory anyway.
Anyway, here’s the song of the day… with sincere apologies to Bob Dylan, and to pretty much everybody else, too.
Oh, the workouts are nothin’
And the wind sprints are less
We don’t even practice
We think that it’s best
Cos practice means nothing
I’m forced to confide—
But we’ll win big on Sunday
With God on our side
Oh the networks will show it
They’ll show it so well
How the righteous team won
And the evil team fell
Oh the righteous team won
But it’s not cos we tried
It’s Super Bowl Sunday
With God on our side
Oh, when I cross the goal line
I’ll raise my arm high
With one upraised finger
I’ll point to the sky
I’m sending a message
That can’t be denied
I just scored a touchdown
With God on my side
When it’s fourth down and inches
We’ll go for it all
It’s a quarterback keeper
But where is the ball
They’ll bring out the chain gang
And the refs will decide
First and ten to the team
With God on their side
And the fans in the stadium
Will cheer on their teams
And eat without stopping
Or that’s how it seems
And most of it’s salty
And all of it’s fried
They’ll eat it on Sunday
With God on their side
Oh, it won’t even matter
What’s the final score
The points aren’t important
That’s not what it’s for
This game’s about Jesus
We can all say with pride
We won big on Sunday
With God on our side
We gather each Sunday
We won’t miss a week
It’s more than just victory
It’s salvation we seek
It’s more than religion
It’s the reason Christ died
So we could play football
With God on our side
I loooove football. (Go Steelers – BTW).It makes me sad to have to defend it. You are right – it’s much more interesting the more you know about the game.Happy SuperBowl XLIII! :-)Stacy
Looks to me like this might be the perfect song for these guys…http://www.churchformen.com/They say church is too wussy for real men these days and that it needs to get more macho. You may have just written their theme song. Football as a religious experience… So who needs church, anyway?
Nah, Anfractuous–those guys are a bunch of nancy-boys who don’t have the stones to just quit going to church and quit whining about it. The women are out-competing them at church, so they want special rules? Wimps.*spits**adjusts self**spits again*
OMG! The image I now have burning through my brain – a cuttlefish adjusting himself. Now how, exactly, does that cuttlefish jock strap work?