Is it any mistake that the old saying goes “Any Given Sunday”? Methinks not, since God –The Almighty Himself- is believed to be in a perpetual state of exhibiting his partiality for His most beloved NFL football team; ALL of them! Whether you are Russell Wilson thanking The Most High for a decisive Super Bowl victory—while blaming Him for a botched play to boot—or Pittsburgh’s Will Allen praising His name with elation for having been in the right place at the right time, to execute a surgical interception, it would seem that Jesus clearly loves your team. Yes, YOURS!

It makes so much sense that The Prince of Peace would express His love for your squad, and grant them the savory taste of victory, in a sport, which is known to be stylized, simulated warfare. Think about it! The same way in which the crusaders, missionaries, and soldiers of modern warfare are all too often labeled as doers of “God’s work”, it stands to reason that there must also lie some ethereal approval from up above to validate the ten yard fight that is witnessed on the stadium turf. Like the twelfth century archer of the heavy cavalry before him, Tim Tebow dropping to one knee in praise, after hitting the mark, is arguably just an echo of times long ago. Did Jesus know what results that pass would yield, because it was already written? As obvious as this particular juxtaposition may seem to some, a great deal of what is presumably “God’s plan” to reward these soldiers for a hard fought battle, as well as quenching the desire of our fandom as viewers, may not be as easily identifiable as the aforementioned.

“Did Jesus know what results that pass would yield, because it was already written?”

Although some individual player and team monikers may appear to evoke an opposition to all that is good, it is possible that the awesome power of God molds these athletic specimens to perform at a level that nothing even remotely “devilish” could hope to produce. Coach/General Bill Belichick and “The Evil Empire” of New England, can do no wrong. Having survived the defamation claims of “Deflate Gate”, The Patriots are marching steadily forward. It has been said that the square-jawed Tom Brady, with his dashing good looks, can be spotted walking on the waters of Foxborough, Massachusetts after home victories. There is something vaguely Kryptonian suggested in that vision of the New England captain victoriously hovering while donning his red, white, and blue.

According to Marshawn “Beast Mode” Lynch, in a 2007 interview with Yard Barker, Brady “is like the god of football right now”. Is that blasphemous, or is it just indicative of the reality that THEE GOD unconditionally supports your players?

Mr. “Beast Mode” Lynch himself is also a testament to this idea that Jesus loves your team enough to embarrass the wicked and their careless use of suggestively malevolent epithets. Fueled by sheer will, a head full of braids, and a belly filled with Skittles –the tastiest of processed covenants- the Seattle running back smashed through the New Orleans defense to make an extraordinary 67 yard touchdown on January 8, 2011. He did so with a level of ease that is only comparable to Joshua’s march around the fortified walls of Jericho.  

The faith of New Orleans fans should not waver in remembrance of that moment for Jesus’s love for “The Black n’ Gold” is implied in the name of the beloved Saints’ franchise. After all, Drew Brees, aka “Breesus”, was responsible for passing 7 touchdowns against The Giants, and he currently holds the record for the most consecutive touchdowns per game at 54 in a row. Indeed, it would seem that those “Hail Mary” passes were answered with urgency. Ask any die-hard member of The WHO DAT NATION, and they will attest that hell had frozen over the moment Coach Sean Payton brought home that Lombardi. How’s that for faith?

“Whether it is Sunday, Monday, or Thursday, the ritual that occurs in that stadium can easily be equated to the transcendent nourishment that is felt in a house of worship by a great many of us.”

In closing, only God knows why we express such praise for something as arbitrary, yet symbolic, as that touchdown. Whether it is Sunday, Monday, or Thursday, the ritual that occurs in that stadium can easily be equated to the transcendent nourishment that is felt in a house of worship by a great many of us. As far as why Jesus gave you that touchdown, one can only speculate. Perhaps our “thanks” is motivated by the orgasmic rush that we encounter during anything that stimulates our spirit and flesh simultaneously. You be the judge.