In our house there's one day of the week that is special. It's held in extremely high regard. And we - well I do - anticipate it's arrival with reverence and awe. And when it arrives my family room becomes a house of worship and the lord help anything or anyone that comes between me, my couch and my high definition big screen television -- unless she's serving chips and some liquid refreshment.
There is a high degree of worship on this day which begins when the television clerics take viewers through the contests yet to come and the combatants yet to battle each other and the skills expected to be displayed up and down the grid-iron in the form of throws, catches, kicks, tackles, touchdowns and the odd hail mary. And the skill that is displayed isn't limited to the playing field. There is also a laying on of hands upon a magical hand-held device and a worshiper must be extremely adept at switching between the many matches on display in order to observe their beloved hero score an elusive touchdown.
But the main event is usually offered up by Father Joe Buck of the church of Fox or his competing pigskin Padre Jim Nantz of the church of CBS.
Of course the measure of the true believer is his level of endurance. The two afternoon services, including the pre-match devotion can together last up to eight hours. For the truly devoted, a third service, conducted by Father Al Michaels over at the church of NBC can tack on another three hours or so of worship, marking the truly faithful among us ready for sainthood.
And now the world-wide congregation awaits the Super Bowl, the highest of high masses for fanatical football followers. And then...
And then worshipers will be without their idols. No eight to twelve hour Sunday sessions. There will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth. We'll have to talk to our wives...and watch...chick flicks!
Or NASCAR!!!
Hey, c'mon, I watch it for the football.
There is a high degree of worship on this day which begins when the television clerics take viewers through the contests yet to come and the combatants yet to battle each other and the skills expected to be displayed up and down the grid-iron in the form of throws, catches, kicks, tackles, touchdowns and the odd hail mary. And the skill that is displayed isn't limited to the playing field. There is also a laying on of hands upon a magical hand-held device and a worshiper must be extremely adept at switching between the many matches on display in order to observe their beloved hero score an elusive touchdown.
But the main event is usually offered up by Father Joe Buck of the church of Fox or his competing pigskin Padre Jim Nantz of the church of CBS.
Of course the measure of the true believer is his level of endurance. The two afternoon services, including the pre-match devotion can together last up to eight hours. For the truly devoted, a third service, conducted by Father Al Michaels over at the church of NBC can tack on another three hours or so of worship, marking the truly faithful among us ready for sainthood.
And now the world-wide congregation awaits the Super Bowl, the highest of high masses for fanatical football followers. And then...
And then worshipers will be without their idols. No eight to twelve hour Sunday sessions. There will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth. We'll have to talk to our wives...and watch...chick flicks!
Or NASCAR!!!
Comments
Makes for a holy day.
Holy cow! The word veri is back! Yeehaw!
word veri: barypho
Friggin' Peyton Manning.
;-)
I was pulling for Vikings in the other game. Would love to have seen Favre in the big one.