DC Pro Sports

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

I know peace, Sir, and what my government is doing is not peace!

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

Throughout that day after the storm, I thought of you and the marvels of your Earth. I must have shoveled a ton or more of snow, thinking occasionally of the amazing systems of water and clouds, climate and evaporation. Who do we think we are to mess with these things of divine magnitude and mystery?
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Say, guys, since we’ll be hanging out together for a while on these crosses, maybe we could have a game of 20 questions to get better acquainted.”

[I’m not saying He didn’t say it, I’m just saying He didn’t say it in English.]

D. Blog: Sports Town?

Washington, DC, where I used to live, has teams in each of the major professional sports. Except for the hockey team, however, it’s tough to apply the word “professional” to them. The players get paid like professionals, but one wonders… The baseball team is a joke. The basketball team, built around three very good players, is in shambles because the star won’t behave professionally – even put guns in his locker because of an argument with a bench player. The football team is in disarray under an arrogant, ego-centric owner whose every move seems to undermine the authority of those he hires as general manager and coach.

This leads me to my latest resolution: I’ll focus my sporting attention elsewhere – until one of those teams gets into the playoffs, and that might not be in my lifetime.