Stupid Bowl Redux
Yesterday's newspaper was a gold mine of irony. My favorite story was about the NFL cracking down on churches that hold Super Bowl parties because it violates their copyright. It's not that the league is anti-religion, it's just that they can't keep track of how many people are watching, which makes it difficult to set advertising revenues. Between God and the almighty dollar, guess who wins. The copyright, the NFL insists, stipulates that groups watching on larger than 55 inch screens are trampling on their -- I love this -- "intellectual property rights." So you folks with a large-screen TV having friends over for a "brawl and barf" get-together, just know you're breaking the law big time. Sports bars, for some unspecified reason, are exempt. A pious lady in Indiana got so angry she sent back the $20 t-shirt she bought from the NFL. She did say, however, that if the Colts won she might just buy another one. This all seems especially unfair in light of the fact that both winning coaches are, according to the news, deeply faithful Christians who have "credited their wins to the Lord." So today's outcome is really about which team God prefers. You can be sure all those hulking linebackers are praying their jockstraps off this morning.In an unrelated story yesterday, a man dressed as Chewbacca was arrested at Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood for head-butting a tour guide. As he was being hauled away by the cops he shouted, "nobody messes with this wookie." You can't make this stuff up.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:29 AM
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After C.B. DeMille’s “Samson and Deliah” and the “Ten Commandments” became great successes, a local bookseller put a stack of bibles and a notice in his store window: “You loved the movies, now read the book.” If John's theory that God is on the side of the team that wins the SB, I predict that bible sales will improve.
love il professore's comment and your commentary, John C. Does anyone else think that the NFL has gone crazy? Such greed. great cartoon! Wookie?
I’m not a football fan and have never understood its fascination, but I was asked by a good friend to watch the game yesterday at his apartment. Refusing such invitations in male society is a tribal no-no, injurious to one’s health.
Yesterday from what I could see a good number of violent men appeared to be running around in the heavy rain with the sole purpose of trying to catch an extremely wet pigskin ball; the result of this activity was that they dropped it more than they caught it.
If it rained when I was a kid at Yankee Stadium, the game was called off and we baseball fans went home willingly. Football, from what I can observe, is an entirely different spectator sport: people apparently pay a great deal of money to sit on wet chairs and get soaked to the skin while others on the slippery field beat the crap out of each other. Very odd sport indeed.
It was at Yankee Stadium that I saw my first ever night baseball game. I was about 12. Yankees vs. Dodgers. The game went into extra innings, so there we were at midnight witnessing the spectacle of grown men running around in the middle of the night getting paid good money (not quite like today, though) to play a game that my friends and I played for free. Even at that age I was fine-tuned to recognize absurdity. The reality is that professional sports are a total con, and even college football has become contaminated by the virus of greed.
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