Monday, January 09, 2012

TOUCHDOWN JEEEE-SUS! Playoff Musings ...

John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” Yeah, Tebow threw for 316 yards. Maybe we should switch to the metric system.
"Tim Tebow wrote the Bible verse John 3:16 on his eye black at the 2009 BCS title game. Here’s video of him talking about it after beat Oklahoma for the title."
Is it just me, or can you see the family resemblance, too? At least, more than Jesus on a cornflake? Kidding, kidding ... us crazy Catholics make irreverent Jesus jokes all the time. It's in a good cause if it gives Pat Robertson religious conniption fits.

Memo To Big Eddie and Homey: "Eastern" football team?! As opposed to a bunch of silly-looking cheeseheads? We'll take Homey's weird, flyover country ritualistic hatred of the Packers, though can't begin to understand it; but at least he'll be a New York Giants fan for a day, and that's one extra day of sports enlightenment than Big Eddie will have.

The Giants are definite underdogs. I can see Aaron Rodgers picking their secondary apart if the Giants' formidable pass rush doesn't give that arrogant rooster a mud & turf facial. Funny, but that hoity-toity "Eastern" team has the most unassuming 'aw shucks' quarterback in the NFL, Eli Manning, with a pretty good guardian angel, despite the guy upstairs who plays for the Bethlehem Broncos, and in stark contrast to arrogant Aaron, who's a nice guy, says all the right things, but still is so full of himself.

Finally, he may not be the world's greatest coach, but I've got a soft spot for Tom Coughlin. He's got the best WTF expression of all (I hate coaches who prance the sidelines like they're George S. Patton), he's a bit of a square, tough but plays no favorites, and totally authentic. What you see is what you get. Two things I really like about coach. If one of his guys messes up, commits a stupid penalty, Coughlin gets in his face, you can see him mouth the words, "what were you thinking!" He knows he's in coach's doghouse and goes off by himself. Teammates tend not to commiserate. When the team scores, coach shakes hands with his guys as they leave the field. It's old-fashioned, no slappin' the helmet or butt, no fist pumps; yet it's the simplest gesture of mutual respect, admiration, and affection known to man.

There's a third thing. The players love coach Coughlin and play hard for him. Respect begets respect. I hope Tom and Eli come out on the winning side. Touchdown Jesus — HEAVENS, he don't need OUR help.

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