Whatever deity you might believe in, he, she, or it seems to be quite fickle when it comes to sports teams.
This year alone, he, she, or it seemed to jump from the Philadelphia Eagles to the Arizona Cardinals to the Pittsburgh Steelers in the span of three games.
Why does he she or it seem so indecisive? I think I have the answer: No deity cares who wins. Period.
Don't get me wrong, I've been prone to the last minute crisis, hands interlocked with my head bowed mentally praying to whatever might hear my prayers. However, I've yet to find any consistency with when they are answered.
I do it because it is really the only thing I can do. I cannot block that weak side blitzer that is coming untouched. I cannot tackle that receiver as he streaks toward the end zone. I cannot shoot that three, or block that shot, or hit that pitch, or catch that bloop. All I can do is hope and pray.
But the players themselves feel the constant need to thank God after a win. And it needs to stop. If you have so much faith that the Almighty listens to you, you should be saying "Hey, God, it's me. Look, I know you've been a big help to me and my team, but you really might want to focus on some other things.
"Evidently, the economy is in free fall, there's chaos in the Middle East, and some people are convinced that you, or some being like you, want them to kill themselves and a whole lot of innocent people in your name. So, maybe, before you help my team, you could help out with some of that other stuff." Or something to that effect.
This is not the Middle Ages. Our champions are not decided by divine right. They are decided by the players.
So save your divine thanks for your prayers. Why? Because, in sports, the answer to your prayers undoubtedly came at the expense of someone else's.