Tebow vs Muslims
Posted tagged ‘football’
I don’t think God has a favorite foot ball team. I base this on the fact if He did my grandson’s team would always have a perfect season. My wife prays and screams enough that if for nothing else God would grow tired of hearing her. Another reason I don’t think he has a favorite team is because my Saints have only gone to the Super Bowl once.
Now with that said, I do believe there is a quarter back that he thinks a whole lot of. Go Tebow!!!!
My only prayer concerning any of this is that the Broncos and the Saints don’t land in the Super Bowl. That will surely cause a divorce at my house, perhaps even a murder. I assure you if it looks like both teams are heading toward the Super Bowl, I will hide all guns and sharp instruments around my house before hand.
After all we know down deep that God gotta love Drew the most. If he didn’t I wouldn’t love him so much.
Please don’t read too much into this blog. It just happens I am a victim of a dysfunctional foot ball home.
My wife hates the Saints, and I have loved them for the last 45 years.
One day Bubba is setting at home watching the Saints play ball. He has the house to himself and is totally enjoying the solitude. Mary Jane has gone down to Wal-mart. Bubba knows she will be gone until after the game. The kids are all over at their Aunt’s house for the afternoon. Things simply can’t get any better.
“Touch down!” The announcer screams as if he had made the catch himself. Bubba jumps up, and his beer goes one way and the sack of Diorites fly the other.
Finally, after the Saints get the extra point and placed themselves in a good position on the score board Bubba eases back down in his chair. Before he can get settled in there is a knock at the door.
Bubba cusses under his breath, and for the first time wishes one of the boys was at home to answer the door. Before he can make it to the door, there is another knock. The second knock is louder and more impatient sounding than the first.
When he opens the door there stands two large deputy sheriffs.
Bubba says, “What has them boys gone and done now?”
The bigger of the two deputies seems to ignore Bubba and ask to see a picture of Mary Jane.
“What you need a picture of my wife for?”
“Please Mr. Jones surely you have a picture of your wife.”
“Course I do.” Bubba then fishes a picture of Mary Jane out of his wallet.
“Here you go. Now what is this all about?”
The first deputy studied the picture a moment and then passed it to the junior officer. Both looked at each other, as if they were in agreement.
“Mr. Jones I hate to be the one that says this, but it looks like a truck ran over your wife.”
Bubba frowns. “I know it does but she has a great personality, and their ain’t no one in the county that can out cook her.”
This one was just to good not to pass on.
If you aren’t from the south you might have a little trouble understanding the proud daddy.
Have great day.
The year is 2016 and the United States has just elected the first woman, a Louisiana State University graduate, as President of the United States, Susan Boudreaux.
A few days after the election the president-elect calls her father and says, ‘So, Dad, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?’
‘I don’t think so. It’s a 30 hour drive, your mother isn’t as young as she used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.’
‘Don’t worry about it Dad, I’ll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door.’
‘I don’t know. Everybody will be so fancy. What would your mother wear?’
Oh Dad, replies Susan, ‘I’ll make sure she has a wonderful gown custom-made by the best designer in New York.
‘Honey,’ Dad complains, ‘you know I can’t eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.’
The President-to-be responds, ‘Don’t worry Dad. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York, I’ll ensure your meals are salt free Dad, I really want you to come.’
So Dad reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2017, Susan Boudreaux is being sworn in as President of the United States.
In the front row sits the new president’s Dad and Mom. Dad noticing the senator sitting next to him leans over and whispers, ‘You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States.’
The Senator whispers back, ‘Yes I do.’
Dad says proudly, ‘Her brother played football at LSU.’
I watched the Super bowl Sunday. I actually enjoyed it. My blood pressure never jumped my eyes never teared up nor did my face turn red. You see I didn’t care for either team. I was perfectly content that the Stealers lost. As for as I was concerned I didn’t think either team deserved to be there.
It is weird how much different a game appears when you have no emotional ties. I never even once screamed hurry up when a commercial came on. I actually enjoyed them as much as the game itself.
Last year my beloved Saints were there playing my wife’s team the Colts. Needless to say win or loose I was going to loose that night. It is amazing how much anger and happiness can exist in the same room.
I did hear a interesting story that took place this year. It was about a die hard Packers fan.
It seems a man set down on the fifty yard line and discovered a empty seat between him and the man setting next to him.
“I can’t believe there is a empty seat here on the fifty yard line.”
The Packer fan answer. “It belonged to my wife. She passed away.”
“Really, I am so sorry to hear that. You couldn’t find a friend of you’ll s to share it with.”
“No one wanted it. They were all doing to her funeral.”
Have a great day and maybe, just maybe I will write about the Saints this Monday next year.