I'm not at all into praying, but will make an exception today.
Someone dearly beloved to me is facing a difficult challenge. And even though I don't believe that God or any other higher power exists -- hey, there's a slight chance she/he/it does and can help my friend.
Who is the University of Oregon football team that's playing for the national championship this afternoon.
A simple loving, compassionate, heartfelt prayer is all that's needed. Like...
May the blessed Oregon Ducks stomp the unholy crap out of the despicable Auburn Tigers, and may Auburn's Cam Newton & Nick Fairley have the worst stinking game of their football lives. Amen.
This is virtually a state holiday here in Oregon. My wife and I went shopping in Eugene Saturday (home of the University of Oregon). At the Fifth Street Mall, Laurel noticed that a sign said "closing at 4 pm Monday."
Not being a football fan, she wondered if the mall was doing some remodeling. "No," I told her, "The game starts at 5:30 pm, so probably they realized that hardly anybody in Eugene would either be working or shopping around then."
Such is the holy status of football in Oregon on this sacred BCS Championship day. May the best dressed team win.