the first post of september


this morning in worship, i pulled out my phone and read a lot about the alabama and auburn football games of yesterday evening.

i fully expected to be able to keep up with the bama game on espn3 at the store, but it ended up being blacked out. instead, i kept up with the game by watching red arrows representing alabama and blue arrows representing san jose st. moving back and forth across a two dimensional field of dreams. it was terrible. alabama won, though, so that was good. as i type this, i'll start watching the css replay.

what i read during worship was pretty exciting. alabama took care of their weak competition just as they should. there was not a significant drop-off in production due to mark ingram being out. instead, the maturation of greg mcelroy and a group of players that seem to be growing comfortable in their current offensive system was detailed in several different articles by several different authors, all duly impressed.

auburn, too, lit up their scoreboard. the quarterback that will make or break their season was, before last night, best known as the guy that was tim tebow's back-up at florida. the guy that got caught stealing a laptop. as campus authorities marched to his dorm room to question his involvement in the stealing of said laptop, dude tossed that shit out the window, cuz, yeah, that was ever going to work. anyway, all that's water under the bridge, cuz, from what i read this morning in worship, dude is the next randall cunningham. go figure.

so, "roll tide" and "war eagle", for whatever the first week of the season is worth. from what i read in worship this morning, we are marching toward an iron bowl matching two undefeated, offensive machines. I CANNOT WAIT!

so, why were you reading about football during worship?

great question. i don't really know, to be honest. i tried to tune in during the hymns and during the communion service and during the something about pottery and christ message, but i couldn't stay connected. on communion sundays, with hannah sitting in big church with us, i like to try and pretend that something meaningful or relevant will present itself.

that seems dishonest.

good call. you are right. it is dishonest. but i don't want to give up the ghost that big church could be a meaningful and relevant place for my children even if i don't find it as one myself currently. just because i am jaded doesn't mean i should indoctrinate my children with my cynicism.

d.j. fluker is freaking huge.

i love how marquis maze just dropped the ball and ran over to his own sideline after his td catch.

so, was there a point to this post?

not really. not other than the fact that eddie lacy and "war CAM eagle" and most especially julio jones are of way more interest and excitement to me than something about pottery and christ. don't get me wrong. pottery and christ got hannah talking, and that's all that really matters. at this point, i am pretty sure it would take harris cutting off his own hand and god sewing it back on in front of us for me to sit up and take notice.

that would be pretty awesome.

right? we could advertise it online or in the paper "recommended if you liked "the last exorcism"" that would bring the crowds. they'd come roaring in, rubberneckers all. we'd celebrate the packed house and then smash them across the face with the one and the only jesus h. christ.

that would show 'em.

i love my phone.