So, in the vent you have read about yours truly and was wondering, on the off chance, what I was doing this Sunday, here you go.
I am by definition a football homer (COUGH… How ’bout dem’ Cowboys!… COUGH).
To wit, I’ll be reflecting by the warmth of that iconic star whooping until my vocal chords turn to mush and I fall asleep on the couch with Funyun-stained mitts and fresh barbecue betwixt my incisors.
However, this is a spiritual abode of enlightenment, so think, man… think:
A-ha, got it.
Similarly, if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not receive the victor’s crown unless he competes according to the rules (2 Timothy 2:5 NIV).
No really. That’s in the Bible. Look it up!
Thanks be to God, the original referee. Big love to Football Jesus.
Back to our regular scheduled hollering and napping.