This is the time of year when christains have to make excuses why so many of them showjust how worthless their religion when they attribute sport game wins to their imaginary friend.
Here’s Caroline doing her best to make her cult seem less shallow.
“First, I’d like to thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Ugh. Now get on with how YOU and YOUR TEAM won the Super Bowl. What does some dead Jewish rabbi have to do with it?”
Indeed, what does their imaginary friend have to do with the pointless games humans play?
“I imagine this was the skeptical color commentary heard in the minds of many unbelievers Sunday night at the awarding of the Lombardi trophy to the Philadelphia Eagles. They expected it…dreaded it…and it did come, this year from Eagles’ coach Nick Sirianni, quarterback Jalen Hurts, and others. In snack-strewn living rooms and noisy bars across the country the unwelcome profession of faith was derided and ridiculed, and the faith itself likened to brainwashing.”
No, we just are amused with christains making their cult worthless. A god that lets children starve isn’t one to be admired if it allows one band of ignorant men win over another.
“If you’re one of those skeptical types, let me tell you I get it. It can seem almost cultish…the familiar, attributing refrain and the skyward-pointing fingers…as if these players and coaches were getting subliminal, religiously indoctrinating messages while watching game footage with the team. And idiotic. Haven’t you been practicing that play all year? Didn’t you work your butt off to help your team get to the Super Bowl? Did you fly into the end zone or did you actually use your legs and feet and the muscles you sweated buckets to bulk up?”
Yeah, she doesn’t “get it at all”. It is cultist, since Christianity is a cult, or more appropriately, a bunch of contradictory cults that all want to be known by the term “Christianity”.
“What does Jesus have to do with football, why do you have to mention him, and why would a God who loves everyone favor one team over another?”
What does poor impotent and imaginary JC have to with football? The need for ignorant cultists to attribute anything they find to be beneficial to them to their imaginary friend. Even per poor Caroline’s bible, her imaginary friend doesn’t love everyone.
“What’s going on
There are at least two things going on when an athlete credits God for a successful play or a win. First, he is humbly acknowledging that God is in control of all things. It’s not that he doesn’t recognize his own part in his success, but he knows that God could have orchestrated a different outcome no matter what he did. And he knows that God gifted him with certain talents and that his every breath is a gift as well.”
Nope, it’s the idiot claiming he is so very important that his imaginary friend helped him and only him. No humbleness, just the arrogance of ignorant cultists. If this god could have orchestrated a “different outcome” then there is no free will. Curisu how these cultists can’t decide if they want to believe in free will or not. No god gifted anyone with anything. But if yu do want to claim that, this god also harmed people with the disabilities they have. Your god even says it harms people to show off in the bible (John 9).
“Secondly, professional sports are a world stage and the solid Christians who are on it feel a responsibility to use it for the glory of God and to make disciples. They know what an impact their confident faith can have on the millions who watch them play. And since they know the world needs what they have found in Christ, if they care about the world, they’re going to share it.”
Now this does ring true, christains are desperate for converts to their cult and thus do use their lies about their god helping them to recruit on national television. Again, curious how feeding starving kids would do quite a bit more to show that one should be “confident” in this imaginary being.
“God is desperate
And it’s not that God plays favorites. The Chiefs have Christians on the team as well who likely asked for his help before and during the game. God isn’t on anyone’s side – he’s on everyone’s side, because he wants everyone to know him and share eternal life with him. Yet he may very well have ensured that the Eagles won because he knew they would praise and credit him. Not because God is desperate for recognition but because he is desperate for those he loves (you) to know that he does and that he has made a way for you to enjoy him forever.”
Yep, this god is desperate, or actually Christians are since no god exists. This god is on no side, despite the lies of Christians that it works for them. Per Caroline’s own bible, this god doesn’t want everyone to share eternal life, since both jesus and paul say that this god has already chosen who it will allow to accept and literally damns the rest for no choice of their own. It’s hilarious how Caroline makes her god needy for praise and will only allow people to win if they suck up hard enough. She tries to claim that it is desperate for people to accept it, but alas her bible says that’s not true. Still no evidence any god exists at all, including Caroline’s version.
“So, skeptical ar, though you may not be convinced by the faith that has convinced Sirianni, Hurts, and many others, give these guys a break when they express it. They’re not parroting a cult mantra and they’re not stupid. They’re brave but humble men who know their place before a great and sovereign God and they’re only giving him his due. What’s more, they know you’re watching.
They’re doing it for you.”
What a lovely set of lies to offer. No need to give a break to liars and frauds. They are indeed parroting a cult mantra, just like Caroline does. They aren’t terribly smart, they aren’t brave and they aren’t humble. They are typical Christians who have no evidence for their nonsense but think they are the magically chosen of some imaginary being.
They do know that people are watching, and they do it for themselves since Christians crave external validation and to be seen as ever so pious. Just like how jesus said not to do it.
Club Schadenfreude 
I wrote poem about this.
Not Only Texas (Football)
Three darkly clad gladiators of the eventual eleven,
clasp hands
and march together
into the night,
onto the place where town heroes are made for life,
where cheers and tears are looked forward to—
all year long, where football is not only king,
but the guiding force called team, spelled without an “I”
(one of many lies) that makes boys gods
whose Gods can’t help them.
It’s like a religion, but it’s not the same.
These minor gods are transient. Heaven is winning a game.
The game gives them reason. The stadium,
their fields, like churches with gridiron pews
and endzones as altars with goalpost frames.
Hymns are cheers from stands
led by beautifully clad encouragement,
perchance a mascot,
yelling is encouraged raucousness. Defeat is deeply felt.
It’s serious business, American football.
But in the black-and-white towns of Texas with teams,
lifetime memories
are set in shaded darkness under the illumination
of Friday night lights after rallies, the breaking
of barriers, of illegal prayers to Jesus Christ,
their Lord and Savior who cares greatly
about high school football and who wins.
The God of the human godlings who will endow
the favored with great plays and touchdowns.
“Thank you, Jesus, for this blessed win.”
The game where the best and worst pupils become one,
where ending segregation with despised integration
created championships,
and later,
millionaires would rise from denied memories.
The three, a darkly clad trio, of the eventual eleven,
no! thousands,
clasp hands and march together into the night,
feeling and hearing the cheers and adoration,
which,
for most,
is fleeting at best.
And the band played well.
Look both ways, offense-or-defense,
we are not all playing by the same rules.
Mind the gaps, the fumbles, the muffs,
the broken bodies, and ubiquitous concussions.
Rave on! The band!
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excellent! I do have a deep hate for football, especially high school football.
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