As most of you know, because who WOULDN’T know, last night began the football season. This means I get to sit on my butt and stare at my nice TV as well-trained professional athletes, throw, run, pass… and pray.
I am REALLY tired of football players praying. Yes, they can do what they want, but there is a time and a place for everything. Do you need to publicly and obviously thank God for your touchdown? Your field goal? Your punt return?
Sure, it is low-class. Sure it demonstrates that you are not able to keep your head in reality in the middle of a game. Sure, it breaks Matthew 6:5:
“And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be like the hypocites are: For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets (and on camera while everyone is watching), that they may be SEEN of men. Verily I say to you, they have their reward. But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet and pray when thou hast shut the door, pray to thy father in secret”
But ignore all that. What bothers me most is the hubris and conceit. Do you really think the all-powerful ruler of the Universe cares if the Washington Redskins beat the Giants? You really think GOD cares if you, Mr. Punt-Return-Guy, catch the ball? Do you blame him if you drop it? Do you think God has a favorite team?
The whole notion is so absurd. Really, it’s just plain dumb. Football is a sport, and no gods care who wins.







