Tagged: God

God is Screwing With Us

The events of this past holiday weekend finally confirmed a suspicion I had harbored for a while.  God is screwing with us.

Oh yes, I know this is blasphemy.  And to make a statement like this during the advent just adds fuel to the bonfires already being stoked for heretics like myself.  But it doesn’t make it any less true.  Look at the facts.

Fact #1:
On Saturday Michigan lost to The Ohio State University for the seventh time in a row.  And it wasn’t even close.  Consecutive defeats would be bad.  Four in a row is unimaginable.  But seven straight times?  That’s ludicrous.  Terrelle Pryor will graduate (or at least leave OSU) never having known the stinging scorn of the Ohio State fans because of his performance in a loss to the Maize and Blue.  Sure, the Tigers may have picked up Victor Martinez and stolen a little bit of Ohio’s soul in the process.  But seven straight losses?  By comparison, that almost makes this palatable:

Fact #2:
No god that actually liked us would let Leslie Nielsen die on Thanksgiving weekend.  That’s not funny.  That’s just mean.  Sure, Nielsen may not have done anything recently but his work with OJ in the Naked Gun movies made him a legend.  To die at this point instead of at the very capable hand of Mr. Simpson just seems cruel.

Fact #3:
This all leads us to the final and indisputable fact which proves without question that god is screwing with us.  He purposely messed up an NFL game yesterday.  Yeah, really.  It would be easy to believe that Johnson just plain and simple dropped the ball.  Just like it would be easy to believe that a 14-year old virgin gave birth to a kid a couple millennium ago.  But the truth is, it’s just god screwing with us.

Anyway, get out there and live it up this week.  Have fun, go crazy, don’t stop.  And if something does go wrong, just remember that it’s probably god screwing with you.

-A

Awaiting One’s Praise

NY.Yankees.jpgRelax.  Breathe easy.  Enjoy this, fellow Yankee haters: Cliff Lee and the Phillies have given us another precious day of hearing “twenty-six rings” over the inevitable “twenty-seven”.  And remember, God made a “firmament” in just one day.  Think of what we can do with ours!

Because let’s face it, whether it happens on Wednesday or it happens next year, the year after that or whenever (it’s gonna happen in your lifetime), the Yankees are going to get their twenty-seventh ring.  That’s fine.  I’m okay with that.  The franchise more than deserves it.  You see, if you spend a billion dollars on something, it will work.  Ask our government.  And if I spent a billion dollars on something in just 9 years I’d expect that something to at least win me a trophy of some kind, or get a bill named after me, or land me a free room at Holiday Inn Express (they still make me pay there).

The point is: the Yankees will win… sometime… eventually…

…probably.

Until then, A-Rod, Party Boy, Mo and Tex… you will have to wait patiently for this hater (me) to shower you with praise. 

Speaking of people who want to shower me, I believe Mr. Krause lost the World Series of Metaphors and owes the winner (also known as Me) a meritorious essay on the topic of why I am awesome.

Can’t wait!

Hate me ‘cuz I flash a flair of fetidness, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

RSBS TV: “Jesus Hates the Cubs”

The world premier… of an RSBS original…

Produced, shot and edited by Theo Roll.

Directed by Jeffery Lung.

Starring James Tierney as Jesus.

Performed by Mauf Tauk

Mauf Tauk is Jeff and Theo.

**Pass it on, folks. Let’s get the word out.  Please send this link to everyone you know. We make this thing go viral and more RSBS baseball-related hilarity will certainly flourish.**

Want more RSBS TV?  Try Crush.  Or if you prefer talking heads, check *these* out.

*Note: Kirk Gibson won the MVP in ’88, but it doesn’t rhyme and we’re cool like dat so get over it.

Why Not Invoke Thy Holy Goat?

bishop tom burns.jpgVerily!  Every baseball season I, Jeffery Lung, walk through the valley of the shadow of death… also known as Wrigley Field.

I have been punched in the back of the head.  I have been called a f^g.  I have been kicked in the legs while relieving myself in the men’s room in between innings.

I have been told my mother will rot in hell.  I have had beer thrown on me.  I have been spit on.

So it is certainly no surprise to me that a bunch of Wrigleyville yahoos placed a severed goat head atop the infamously scary Harry Caray statue on the corner of Sheffield and Addison yesterday.

The curse of the billy goat — still haunting the not-so-friendly-if-you-wear-Cardinal-red confines — lives on, dear readers; and apparently, people still take it seriously.  Very seriously.

They take it so seriously that they are willing to act like bigger a-holes than they are already perceived to be.  

But such is life as a “lovable loser”, I suppose.

Impressed was I last year, before the National League Division Series, when the Cubs went for a more subtle approach to ending their poor luck: praying to God.  After the Greek Orthodox Reverend Father spread holy water throughout the clubhouse, Ryan Dempster responded by quickly walking seven batters; and the Cubs went on to lose three straight lackluster games to the Los Angeles (perhaps Holy) Dodgers.

Guess God don’t like no posers, ya’ll.

I was just thinking, Cub fans: perhaps ye should combine thy wasted efforts into one successful go-for-all.  Call on Bishop Tom Burns and his iconic regimental mascot (a goat no less) to bless thy dump of a field in that oh-so-vigilante neighborhood and ask him to pray for your forgiveness — for all thy slander-slinging, grudge-grovelling and curse-coveting. 

Couldn’t hurt, right?

Well… nah… I just realized, when your fan base is more known for this…

…than winning baseball games, you really don’t have a prayer, do you?

Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeffy

RSBS TV: Talkin’ Baseball

Produced, shot and edited by Atonal Studios.

Special thanks to Theo Roll.

Very special thanks to Sam Adams, for getting us where we wanted to go.

And yes, to answer your question in advance: I had an itch.

(For best playback results, watch in High Quality)

Seeing Is Believing

pope benedict xvi.jpgPope Benedict XVI’s Good Friday address was what most of us expected it to be: warming, inviting, aggressive.  And since my esteemed secular colleague, Mr. Krause, already achieved his annual civic duty of offending the Catholic church, I will refrain from continuing such questioning threads… except to say: WHAT?!?!

Acknowledging the world’s escalating progressive temperature towards logic and science, the Pope warned the masses that Western society is currently collapsing into “a desert of godlessness”.

Godlessness? 

I think not.

Admittedly, I am not your typical religious type; yet I do have the propensity to ponder the existence of higher powers.  One need only examine the current state of the greatest game on earth to realize that indeed, something “other” is at work:

Kyle Farnsworth still has a job.

J.P. Ricciardi still has a job.

And Bartolo Colon is pitching today.

bartolo colon.jpgOvercome by such paramountcy, I find that I have no choice but to go and see for myself.

Yes, dear readers.  Today, Comiskey is my church, Colon is my vehicle and baseball is my savior.

Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeffy