Midweek Mirth

One of the misconceptions about being a Christian is non-Christians think we don’t know how to have fun or have a sense of humor. Trust me, if the Big Guy can have a sense of humor when it comes to dealing with us mere mortals, so can we.

The difference for Christians is we don’t have to debase ourselves or others to generate a smile. Laughter at life or ourselves is a gift from God.

So, let’s smile a little!

Why Soccer Puzzles Me

Stupid things actually said by broadcast commentators in the world of soccer:

Well, it’s Liverpool two, Ipswich nil, and if the score stays this way, I’ve got to fancy Liverpool for the win.

He had an eternity to play that ball, but took too long.

And so they have not been able to improve on their 100% record.

With the last kick of the game, he scored with a header.

Well, it’s a fabulous kaleidoscope of color: almost all the Brazilians are wearing yellow shirts.

If that had gone on, it would definitely have been a goal.

Their manager, Howard Wilkinson, isn’t here today, which strongly suggests he may be elsewhere.

I am a firm believer if one team scores a goal, the other need to score two to win.

If a team scores early on, it often takes an early lead.

You cannot possibly have counted the number of passes made, but there were eight.

And now for the bonus …

Experience Teaches

A waiter brings the customer the steak he ordered, but the waiter’s thumb is resting on the meat.

“Are you crazy?” yells the customer. “You bring my food with your hand on my steak?”

“What?” answers the waiter. “You want it to fall on the floor again?”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Life gives us the period in time, but Love gives the period savor and sweet meanings.

 

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2 Responses to Midweek Mirth

  1. Now soccer, that’s an effete game
    played by prissy prima donnas
    who in complaining see no shame,
    and they clearly need their mamas.
    These players are a ghastly crowd
    of longhairs in a greensward playpen,
    and it, I think, should be allowed
    to DNA-test – are they men?
    Now rugby, that’s the giants’ sport
    of spilling blood and bones so broken
    no pity do we hooligans court;
    the Spartan code, that’s our token!
    And when at last, Thy Kingdom Come,
    God, you’re welcome in the scrum.

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