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You win some, you lose some

The party's over.

I was not really expecting my team, even with all the injuries, to lose to an 8-8 team with a QB who was a horrible passer. But maybe God really was on Tebow's side (I say that with some sense of seriousness; see my last paragraph). But I mostly believe that God could care less about sports, bands, movies, etc. I am pretty sure He has enough other things to keep track of. And let's face it: a lot of rich, famous people are rather crappy people, and I kind of doubt God would want to reward that kind of behavior with a #1 movie, album, or Super Bowl victory.

But what do I know?

Well, I know that the Steeler season is over, not even halfway through what is typically the worst month of winter here in southwestern PA. And unlike last year, I don't get to look forward to watching football into February. There is no more planning weekend activities around Steeler games. No excitement in thinking that my team could be hoisting another Lombardi trophy through the streets of Pittsburgh in another month. No more wearing my jersey on "Steeler Fridays" or game day (and, definitely no more wearing it to church, unless it is Super Bowl Sunday).

I am disappointed for sure. And that last play was really like a punch in the gut. But fortunately it was over quickly, which maybe made it easier to swallow (once it actually set in that my team lost on the first play in OT, after staging a comeback in the second half).

And, even though I think the Broncos are going to get blown out by New England, I am going to route for Tebow and company anyway. That would make yesterday's loss, at least for me, a little easier to take. But more than that, why not route for an openly religious guy who seems like a decent human being? I find it interesting that so many people criticized Big Ben for all the stuff he did (and rightly so), and yet so many others (surely not the same people) are now criticizing Tebow for including Jesus in his football life. Even if I don't exactly share his beliefs and I personally am uncomfortable being openly religious, I find his demeanor rather refreshing.

Speaking of which, I came across this interesting tidbit: Tim Tebow threw for 316 yards and averaged 31.6 yards per pass during the game last night. Tebow's favorite Bible verse is John 3:16. Coincidence? Not for me to say.

Comments

LaLa said…
Good/interesting point about Tebow vs Ben (and all the other jerks out there). Don't know much about him. But you have me intrigued. Sorry about your Steelers.
bluzdude said…
Time to concentrate on the Penguins now... IF there are any left that are well enough to skate...

I have to hold my nose and root for the Patriots... I think they have the best chance to beat the Ravens, who cannot be allowed to defile the Lombardi Trophy again.
Facie said…
LaLa: I thought it was a good point too! Thanks for your sympathy.

Bluz: I originally ended my post with a "Go, Pens!" but I took it out. That is what made the Steelers loss even harder to swallow--I just can't see the injury-plagued Pens going far in the playoffs at all (and dare I even say miss them). I can't root for either the Pats or Ravens. Here's hoping Green Bay takes it all again.

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