Instead, I'm watching a basketball game.
March Madness affects many people throughout the United States. It is especially severe in those that have alma maters still in the contest.
I attended Indiana University. Throughout the season, they've been ranked as high as #1 for several weeks at a time. Now, they're playing in the Sweet Sixteen against Syracuse. My attention is seriously diverted.
I am experiencing emotional anger, glee, frustration, and hope …
in a three to four second rotation. It is Hell.
At the time of this writing, Indiana is not doing well. They seem to have a difficult time putting the ball in the hoop, which is the primary goal of the game. My anger continues.
Many wives, who are not into sporting contests, tend to believe that men watching sports is a complete waste of time. Not so. In fact, if you, as a wife, are in need of some quiet time to accomplish some of the things you've always wanted to do, there is no time like the present. We promise not to disturb you in the least.
My wife is working at this time.
I hope she doesn't come home before the game is over.
It isn't that I don't love my wife. After 33 years together, we have grown somewhat close. She tends to tick me off at times, as I'm sure I do her, but we've learned to keep things in perspective. That is, as long as she doesn't bother me during a college basketball game.
Not if she wishes to live to see another day.
I have killed chairs, hassocks, a lamp, and even an end table in the past during these events. My cats, Faletame and Gabriela, have learned to seek solitude in the kitchen during games. My wife, who should be easier to train, still doesn't get it. She's a little slow, or perhaps, she just doesn't care. She doesn't realize how close to death she may be.
When the referees are as bad as they are tonight in this game, especially when it comes to not calling fouls (easily seen) against Syracuse, my anger boils. Not only is your team playing against their opponent, they're playing against the refs. It's a hopeless situation for your team. And one gets angrier and angrier.
It is not a time to hear about how some co-worker's kid at work had a bad day with the teacher, how all day was spent resetting the cosmetics, or how she almost bought something at the grocery store and had a really tough time deciding before putting it back.
Suddenly, the wife starts to look like one of the referees. Her purple polo becomes black and white striped, and her voice as shrill as a whistle.
Where's my gun?
Anyway, it's Finish the Sentence Friday blog hop time. No, not finish the prison sentence, but the sentence, or prompt, that our hostesses provide us. Hostesses? Yes, hostesses! These fine folks!
Today's prompt is ….
”If I could hang out with any celebrity, it would be…”
First, before I answer that, let's look at the definition of a celebrity:"one who is famous" according to The New International Webster's Standard Dictionary. That's it. No bylines. No more descriptions. Just "one who is famous."
If that's the case, let me say that the celebrity that I'd most like to hang with would be
I would say that God is famous, wouldn't you?
So, let's say God and I could get together one afternoon. The first thing that would need to be decided is what I could call him.
"Hey (Big Guy, Main Man, Kind and Gentle Omnipotency, Your Holiness, Super Wiz, Dad, Impregnator Divine, Burning Bush Talker, Sir), what's happening?"
Of course, with him knowing all, that could be a question that could take a millennium to answer.
"So, since we got some time together, what do you want to do?"
Something tells me, God is a basketball fan and probably wants to watch the rest of the game like I do. Still, he knows the outcome already, so he may decide on something else.
"Want to go create another world somewhere?"
I have a feeling that would probably take more than the week's vacation time I'd have available, so we might pass on that one.
"How about we just sit and talk a while and you can tell me how you make some decisions? Yes, I know I'm not supposed to question you or your wisdom. But, you've got to lighten up the rules a little today … just for me … okay?"
So, what would I ask God?
- What really came first, the chicken or the egg?
- If man has been given common sense, why does he pay others tell him how to run his life?
- What really happened to the guy from Nantucket?
- Why do some people drive 45 mph in the fast lane on the interstate?
- Why do women always say, "I don't care" when you ask them a question?
- Why are I.R.S. auditors and proctologists so much alike? (The deeper they search the more they find and the more it hurts.)
- Why is Sunday the first day of the week on all calendars, but the last day of the weekend?
- How do you know if you've found the end of the rainbow or the beginning?
- Why do Subway's "meal deals" total the same as if you bought everything at full price separately?
- If the people of religion demand world peace, why do the politicians continually start religious wars?
- Why do people think their car's glass windows keep people from seeing them pick their noses?
- How come men pick the new pope instead of him?
- Who ever came up with the concept of a bunny hiding eggs at Easter?
- How many vacancies are left in Heaven?
and, after tonight, the main one on my mind ….
Why are basketball referees blind on one end of the court
and have 20/20 vision on the other?
Is it because the network pays them to set up match ups
that will bring in big time ratings?
Maybe we should be more like the Chinese and the way they treat their refs...
I'm sure God would get a chuckle out of that one. I'm also sure he's not letting any referees into Heaven … and it serves them right!
Anyway, it would be kind of cool to hang out with the Big Guy for a week or so, although I don't imagine he'd have many smoking sections up there. (I understand most of the smoke comes from the fires in another place.) Although he'd have to admit, smoking definitely helped him populate the upper level quicker.
We could talk about important things, like:
- Should the cast of Duck Dynasty really get $200,000 an episode?
- How many laughs does he get from Politically Correct supporters?
- Why doesn't he get pissed off when minority complaints keep the Christ out of Christmas?
- Where's our 40 virgins at after we die?
- Why are there ten hot dogs in a package and only eight buns in the other?
- Why are there boy groups in Pop Music?
- Why doesn't the Geico lizard ever shed his skin?
- Was the Earth his first world created, or did he try elsewhere and messed it up?
- If all men are equal, where do Cajuns and NYC Sportswriters fit in?
"Why can dogs lick themselves and we..."
(…. okay, maybe not that one!)
I'm sure we'd each be a little happier when the visit was over. I could go back to doing what I do and God could go back to doing his miracle stuff.
And maybe … just maybe … if we're all real good, next year he might even create a batch of college basketball referees that could call a damn game halfway right!!!!!!!