Being sick and without an appetite can actually be beneficial for your health. Only at a Super Bowl party would you hear someone say, “I’ll have some of this buffalo chicken dip. Oh, and I’ll have some of these buffalo chicken wings. And, yummy, I’ll have some of those hot dogs that are wrapped in bacon and dipped in lard. Hey who brought the hamburgers with bratwurst on top?”
The Steelers were not the best team in football. Neither were the Packers, for that matter. For the most part, the Steelers controlled the game but just couldn’t close it out when they needed to. The Packers missed all kinds of opportunities, although they got what they needed to win. The best team in football was the Patriots, who, unfortunately for them, happened to catch the Jets on a bad day.
Players are not very creative when interviewed. “We really played as a team.” “We all came out here and gave 100%.” “We did what we had to do to win.” Just once I want to hear a player say something like, “Well, to be honest, the team had some wicked bad taco meat last night and every one of us was sick as a dog. It was like a dysentery plague. I didn’t think we were going to win but it turns out my lucky 8 ball was right after all.”
Announcers have an uncanny ability to talk about the same thing over and over again. If I hear one more announcer talk about this being a year of ‘redemption’ for Roethlisberger…well I don’t know what I’ll do. Something extreme and rash that I’ll probably regret for many years. Like light a foam cheese head on fire.
I’m grateful that my joy is in Jesus not ultimately in football. Notice I said ‘not ultimately’. I like football a whole lot, and I was dishing out my share of high fives and over-enthusiastic screams when Pittsburgh scored. But in the end they lost. Which stinks. And which makes me glad that Jesus is an unshakable joy.