Sunday Services
Beer, our wine
Tostitos, the loaf
A blue loveseat, our pew
We have everything
Except the guilt.
Pixels act as stained glass and prove the acts —
Shockey crashed through a row of heavy devils,
sans helmet (his locks trailed like golden glory).
Manning Hailed Mary.
St. Plaxico drew in miracles
with his lengthening fingers, and
Tiki foresaw the future with his feet.
We recite the holy verses —
You’re in good hands
Think outside the bun!
Reach out and touch someone
Obey your thirst.
Madden mad with yellow runes, as
Tom Coughlin prophesies from a clipboard.
In this archetypal battle,
No great mysteries.
Our prayers surge as seconds tick out.
12 comments:
Never cared much for that religion myself :)
that seems sad! is it meant to be sad?
but isn't it a little early? . . . i don't know, i'm not much of a sports fan. . .
It's not sad. Just happy. And nope -- not early -- the preseason games have started.
maybe i'm just not good at reading these things!! jeeze!
i'll definitely go for some cheetos and soda, though.
Good job Carrie. Of course, its not a real religion, but thousands of fans treat it as though it were.
And I think when they all get on the other side, Steve Young and others, will be there to seat them in the bleachers and teach them the gospel. I just hope there is pop corn and soda. Beer? No way!
I like it. The poem that is, football...I like it in person! =) TV is kind of boring.
Will you write me a rhyming poem?
oh gawd that brings a tear to my eye!! I see we pray to the same deity on Sunday - the NFL. Praise be to football! Praise be to overtime games and great calls! Amen....or several men.
WHAT?
your male parental unit!
almost converted this atheist!
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