With the Pittsburgh Penguins hanging on to the dream of a possible Stanley Cup win, The Almighty is giving a press conference outside the Mellon Arena. Let’s tune in live and see what’s on God’s mind:
“Hockey fans, I’m here to address you because I well, I, what’s the expression? Right. I made it rain. It was a decision that may have alienated some of my followers, but it had to be done. Sometimes I do that, okay? Don’t test me. You saw what I did to the Patriots.
My lawyer has suggested I hold this press conference in order to clear up a few things. Mainly: why did I interfere with the Detroit Red Wings and their potential victory?
First, I’d like to go on record and say that I am not a Penguins fan or a Red Wings fan. I am a Whalers fan through and through, although after the team moved to Carolina, I lost interest.
I gave up on hockey. I focused my attention on Major League Baseball. Gave the Red Sox a bunch of wins. There was that whole Barry Bonds homerun whatnot…look, I was busy. But yeah, I am done with MLB; as you can probably tell by the Yankees being in last place and I am ready to work some of my magic. Super Bowl 42 doesn’t count."
(A rogue cell phone starts ringing. A man in the crowd looks at the ground sheepishly as he turns off his cell phone.)
“Excuse me? Do you want to get that? I’m kinda talking here, buddy. Is that a Lakers hat you’re wearing? Really? I’ll give Kobe a broken ankle! I will turn Derek Fisher into a frog! Do not mess with God!"
(God takes a minute to collect his thoughts. He breathes in and out slowly for a few moments.)
“So sorry about that. I have located my power animal and am now calm. What was I saying? Yes, I am completely and utterly bored. NFL season starts in September. Go Saints! But until then I’ve got nothing. I found myself watching the NHL playoffs.
What insanity! There was the whole Sean Avery being a brat thing. Don’t worry, I took care of it. He’s getting Anna Wintour lattes and picking up her dry cleaning.
There was Marty Biron figuring out how to be an excellent goaltender. Took care of that too, he’s playing golf.
There was Shane Hnidy, the spelling of his last name I found distracting on the back of his jersey. Took care of that, made him legally change his name to Brett Favre. I kid! I kid!
There was the Dallas/San Jose overtime fiasco, a game that would not end. Took care of that, promised Brendan Morrow I’d buy his soul back from Satan if he scored a damn goal. Note to self, get on that.
There was Detroit beating Colorado in only four games. That one wasn’t me, that was my son Jesus trying to prove to the old man that he’s still an important miracle worker.
Anyhizzle, hockey, with a little help from me, had become exciting again! Thrilling stuff happening on the ice. So I kept watching.
Game One was bo-ring. Seriously, it was like the Penguins smoked a fatty before the game and stepped onto the ice like ‘Dude, just pass it to Crosby he’ll score.’ And Crosby was like ‘I’m Sidney Crosby, I’m the face of the NHL, blah, blah, blah. I want my mommy!'
Game Two? Forget it. I watched half of it and then went to shoot pool with Bhudda.
Game Three however, was...was...oh man, I hope I am saying this correctly...too hype! Pittsburgh woke up. The Wizard of Cros was on fire! That’s when I thought to myself, okay, this is what hockey is all about. This is the kind of stuff I used to see from my Whalers back in the day.
Then there was Game Four—a disaster. I was convinced Malkin wouldn’t be a useless tool. I thought Hossa would do more than just score one goal a few minutes into the first period. But no, that’s what I got.
I should like the Red Wings. I’m old and they’re the closest thing to the Whalers that I’m gonna get. I should like the Penguins too because they represent the new generation, a rebirth of the NHL.
Come on people, the resurrection?!? Hello? Do you not pay attention in Sunday school? Jesus. Oops, sorry son.
I should also hate the Penguins because their two previous Cup titles were won with Ron Francis. Google him. I don’t want to talk about it.
Last time someone mentioned Francis to me I condemned them to date Hillary Duff and play for the Islanders. That’s right Comrie, laugh it up now at Nassau Coliseum, but you’ll be sorry when you have to sit through another teen rom-com with no ending and your team doesn’t make it to the playoffs for the next 36 years.
But I digress...
I didn’t want the series to end. I haven’t felt this good since Gordie Howe decided to play his last season in Hartford.
Marc-Andre Fleury’s body was contorting in ways a man’s body should never contort in! Adam Hall went from being ‘Who the hell is Adam Hall?’ to ‘Adam Hall, hell yes!’ Ryan Malone was eating pucks! Sergei Gonchar was skating head first into the boards.
With the Red Wings one minute away from a Stanley Cup victory I decided we need a sixth game. But who, dear friends, could I make a hero? It hit me with 35 seconds left. The funny guy from Quebec whose playoff beard is so obscenely divine he looks identical to my son Christ: Mad Max Talbot.
The rest is, as they say, history. The Talbot goal I assisted gave the Pens the momentum to keep it, I am so bad at this...to keep it…real? They won the game in the third overtime and now there’s a sixth game to be played the way a Stanley Cup final should be played: with desire, want, drive...you get me
My mind isn’t made up about a seventh game. I’m still on the fence about who I’d like to see hoisting the Cup high above his shoulders. But I do know that Game Six means a lot more now. It’s crunch time.
Oh and I told Whisenhunt to name Leinart the starter next season for the Cards. Deal with it.
Does anyone have any questions?
Yes, you in the front with the Cubs cap on. Good choice by the way. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.”
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4 months ago
That was the funniest thing I have ever read, even though I was halfway through the article before I realized it was God talking and not Bill Parcells. (They are eerily similiar.)
I know it's early, but I have to make this my pick of the day.
Great stuff! :)
4 months ago
It's good to see God liking hockey again.
Funny stuff, thanks for making my morning.
4 months ago
Someone, somewhere, is overly offended by this. But I am not that someone. This was amazing.
Pick of the day
4 months ago
I would like to ask God why, if the Whalers are His favorite team, did He let them trade Francis to the Pens and then leave Hartford?
4 months ago
This was great and will bring a smile to most readers faces. Just great. thanks.
4 months ago
Sweet, God just jinxed the Cubs...
Nice work Elisabeth
BT
from 4 months ago
Double jinx makes a positive...right?
4 months ago
really good article!
awesome! pick of the day!
4 months ago
as we say on MSN, lmao, beautifully written, witty, and dissing teams i dont like. Kudos to you my friend!
4 months ago
Awesome read Elizabeth. My pick of the day. Can't say I liked the outcome, but hell, me and God have been feuding for years!
4 months ago
God's material is better than this stuff. The flightless birds, God's greatest avian invention, will beat the winged tires...a totally man-made concoction.
4 months ago
Funny article. I liked the Cubs quip at the end, just wrote an article about God being a Cubs fan.
4 months ago
If the Lord bleeds green, then peter karmanos, gary bettman, eddie johnston, and Claude Lemieux will make fine a fine foursome at Hades National Golf Course.
4 months ago
Ok--So I am a Christian who is mildly offended because I can only begin to comprehend the holiness of God...But it is a very funny article! I may read it to my Sunday school class just before they shun me from my church!
4 months ago
Very funny... Pick of the day for sure...
Liked the Cubs bit there at the end.
4 months ago
Really good stuff. Nice and original. Well-deserved pick of the day.
4 months ago
great article, hilarious...good job
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