In major league Eddie Harris once had a conversation with Pedro Cerrano that went:
“You know you might think about taking Jesus Christ as your savior, instead of fooling around with all this stuff.” – Harris
“$h*% Harris” – Dorn
“AAHHHH Jesus, I like him very much, but he no help with curve ball.” – Cerrano
“Are you trying saying Jesus Christ can’t hit a curve ball?” – Harris
“Ok Harris, lets not start a holy war.” – Taylor
I pledge my Allegiance to the Black and Gold…..
I bleed blue and white….
I think that Navy Pin stripes are next to god….
I scream my lung out for a group of men that wear White and Red….
Sometimes, like the rest of you I wonder if I’ve got a problem. I funnel with the thousands of others into our Churches, our Mosques, our Synagogues, our Temples. I turn on the TV and I flip through the channels to fellowships on Sunday morning singing glory halleluiah and wonder what it’s all about. I wonder how people devote such time, such passion to sometimes they have so little control over. Then at 7pm I turn “the game”. They sing to hosanna in the highest, they speak of choirs of angels. I see the retired numbers of Jackie Robinson, Wayne Gretzky, Teddy Ballgame, Jim Brown, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, and sing songs composed not by Joseph Mohr, but by Dropkick Murphy, Fuel and Gary Glitter.
So who is really crazy? They have there religion, I guess I have mine. But are they really that different? Ok, so the old Anglican Church my parents ask me to attend doesn’t have private boxes with pretty girls serving me cold beer in my seat. But it does have a new sound system, and video board. No it’s not showing the latest Cubs score, or Nicklas Backstrom save, it’s more designed that people old and new alike can keep up with the service. You know like at Roger’s Centre when the jumbotron, tells you that Marcum has thrown 46 pitches 30 strikes, 16 balls, that the batter Maggilo Ordonez is 1 for 3 today with a double, is batting .312 on the year, the count is 2-1, there is 1 out in the 6th in a 3 to 1 ball game. So I guess once again, I’d have to ask who’s crazier. The people that get together on my local fox affiliate every Sunday morning? Or is it the ones that gather together on that same channel Sunday’s at 1 and 4pm starting September. As they files into there church? I often wonder do we give too much to those teams we love. People tell me all the time, I spent too much of my time, energy and money on it. But I don’t see anyone telling a southern Baptist they are wasting their time. So going forward, evangelist or power play specialist I guess we are all just as crazy. I am participating in my own religion. In the immortal words of Steve Perry, “Don’t stop believin’!” Even if you’re team takes a bad penalty in overtime and lose to the Canadiens again.
“We are building a religion,
We are building it bigger,
We are widening the corridors,
And adding more lanes.”
-Cake
“You know you might think about taking Jesus Christ as your savior, instead of fooling around with all this stuff.” – Harris
“$h*% Harris” – Dorn
“AAHHHH Jesus, I like him very much, but he no help with curve ball.” – Cerrano
“Are you trying saying Jesus Christ can’t hit a curve ball?” – Harris
“Ok Harris, lets not start a holy war.” – Taylor
I pledge my Allegiance to the Black and Gold…..
I bleed blue and white….
I think that Navy Pin stripes are next to god….
I scream my lung out for a group of men that wear White and Red….
Sometimes, like the rest of you I wonder if I’ve got a problem. I funnel with the thousands of others into our Churches, our Mosques, our Synagogues, our Temples. I turn on the TV and I flip through the channels to fellowships on Sunday morning singing glory halleluiah and wonder what it’s all about. I wonder how people devote such time, such passion to sometimes they have so little control over. Then at 7pm I turn “the game”. They sing to hosanna in the highest, they speak of choirs of angels. I see the retired numbers of Jackie Robinson, Wayne Gretzky, Teddy Ballgame, Jim Brown, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, and sing songs composed not by Joseph Mohr, but by Dropkick Murphy, Fuel and Gary Glitter.
So who is really crazy? They have there religion, I guess I have mine. But are they really that different? Ok, so the old Anglican Church my parents ask me to attend doesn’t have private boxes with pretty girls serving me cold beer in my seat. But it does have a new sound system, and video board. No it’s not showing the latest Cubs score, or Nicklas Backstrom save, it’s more designed that people old and new alike can keep up with the service. You know like at Roger’s Centre when the jumbotron, tells you that Marcum has thrown 46 pitches 30 strikes, 16 balls, that the batter Maggilo Ordonez is 1 for 3 today with a double, is batting .312 on the year, the count is 2-1, there is 1 out in the 6th in a 3 to 1 ball game. So I guess once again, I’d have to ask who’s crazier. The people that get together on my local fox affiliate every Sunday morning? Or is it the ones that gather together on that same channel Sunday’s at 1 and 4pm starting September. As they files into there church? I often wonder do we give too much to those teams we love. People tell me all the time, I spent too much of my time, energy and money on it. But I don’t see anyone telling a southern Baptist they are wasting their time. So going forward, evangelist or power play specialist I guess we are all just as crazy. I am participating in my own religion. In the immortal words of Steve Perry, “Don’t stop believin’!” Even if you’re team takes a bad penalty in overtime and lose to the Canadiens again.
“We are building a religion,
We are building it bigger,
We are widening the corridors,
And adding more lanes.”
-Cake
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