My Life as the Professional Rogue
(or, look what you get when I stay up all night drinking)
One thing I did get sick of during the lead-up and even follow-up to the Superbowl is all of the references to God related to the sport. I love football and all, but even if God existed I'd hate to think in his Wisdom he would care all that much about what is just entertainment. Teams win and lose based on any number of factors, except perhaps divine intervention. As if God himself would lower his mighty hand to strip the ball from Rex Grossman's hands. Or maybe He just sent the rain, in the understand that He was putting one more obstacle for people like myself to chronicle in our accounts of the Colts' heroic Conquest. Indeed that would explain why the Colts' wore white, as I noted, and defeated the Dark Forces of the Chicago Bears. This a scant two weeks after facing the team that defeated them on their way to the Superbowl in two out of the past three years. The team coached by the Dark Lord himself, who by all accounts is somewhat of a Dick. Would the Colts' victory be so sweet if not for being Dicked by the very Darth Belichick himself?
I have to admit, it is a compelling narrative. One that could not have been better orchestrated by the NFL's equivalent of J.R.R. Tolkien himself. So verily< Peyton Baggins did toss the One Football into the crack of Mount....oh, shit, what was the Dolphins' stadium's name? I guess Urlacher could be a Ringwraith. The problem though is that the comeback against the Patriots made a better finale. Beating the Bears would be like if after the Return of the King, Aragorn for some reason decides to conquer the dwarves. I mean, what did they do?
One thing I did get sick of during the lead-up and even follow-up to the Superbowl is all of the references to God related to the sport. I love football and all, but even if God existed I'd hate to think in his Wisdom he would care all that much about what is just entertainment. Teams win and lose based on any number of factors, except perhaps divine intervention. As if God himself would lower his mighty hand to strip the ball from Rex Grossman's hands. Or maybe He just sent the rain, in the understand that He was putting one more obstacle for people like myself to chronicle in our accounts of the Colts' heroic Conquest. Indeed that would explain why the Colts' wore white, as I noted, and defeated the Dark Forces of the Chicago Bears. This a scant two weeks after facing the team that defeated them on their way to the Superbowl in two out of the past three years. The team coached by the Dark Lord himself, who by all accounts is somewhat of a Dick. Would the Colts' victory be so sweet if not for being Dicked by the very Darth Belichick himself?
I have to admit, it is a compelling narrative. One that could not have been better orchestrated by the NFL's equivalent of J.R.R. Tolkien himself. So verily< Peyton Baggins did toss the One Football into the crack of Mount....oh, shit, what was the Dolphins' stadium's name? I guess Urlacher could be a Ringwraith. The problem though is that the comeback against the Patriots made a better finale. Beating the Bears would be like if after the Return of the King, Aragorn for some reason decides to conquer the dwarves. I mean, what did they do?