Tomorrow night is the big night; Superbowl XLIII. Please don't tell the NFL, but, I plan on watching the game up in "The 3:7" youth room at church, or as I like to call it, "the man cave". I don't think that I have ever watched the Superbowl alone. Every year I gather with friends from the church at their homes, or even at the church with friends, to watch the final football game of the season. Some of those nights are memorable, others are not.
My most memorable Superbowl gathering was XXXVIII - emphasis on the XXX , if you recall. I found myself sitting in the living room with several respectable, God loving, young couples (names withheld - - your welcome) watching the half-time show. Then it happened, we saw more of Janet Jackson than we had anticipated in prime-time television. Awwwwkward. We sat there for a moment stunned at what just happened. I started to think "What do I do? Do I give a sermon here? Do I quote passages? Do I get mad? Do I start praying for Janet? Do I pretend I wasn't watching at that moment?" I felt the awkwardness of the situation, I mean it's bad enough to see that - but when the pastor is in your living room, it's on a whole-nutha-level. Honestly I don't remember who spoke first, or even what was said, I was still in shock.
All I'm saying is, this year Bruce Springsteen better keep his top on.
Can't get the link to work. It was the Bengals and the 49ers. Here is how SI re-tells it...
ReplyDelete"They didn't call him Joe Cool for nothing. Trailing the Bengals 16-13 and backed up on their own eight with 3:20 left, the 49ers looked to QB Joe Montana in the huddle. "Hey, isn't that John Candy over there?" he asked. So began the 11-play, 92-yard drive. The capper: Montana's 10-yard scoring strike to wideout John Taylor with 34 seconds to go."
What they DON'T know is the 49ers won because of my step-brother. He is the only other HUGE Bengal fan I know. We were so happy that we were gonna beat those guys after they had beat us the last time in the superbowl. When we scored with 3:20 to go, he looks at me and says, "WE ARE GONNA WIN THE SUPERBOWL!!" and my blood literally ran cold. I swear, I KNEW he had jinxed it...and he had.
I'll never forgive him for it. LOL
PS I forgot to add, I think it STINKS churches can't hold SB parties...
What next????