The Gods of football are just Gods who, over the course of human history, allow the bounces to go equally both ways.
Any player, from the playground to the Hall of Fame, understands that there is always an element of luck, an element of destiny in every single play on a football field.
Every great artist or athlete is left with the impression, at some point, that they are accessing a power inside of all of us when something great happens that is not traditionally defined, as that which is who we are.
The Greeks called this their genius, and the name has stuck. A "little fairy" who would come to the author and whisper the fate of their characters who seemed to come alive inside of them.
That way, if your play sucked, it wasn't your fault. You just had a lame genius.
The San Francisco 49ers are due to be blessed by the football Gods.
Yes, the football Gods are the ones who were whispering in Nate Clements' head after a game-saving interception telling him to run out of bounds. It's the ego of a player, however, who wants to score an unnecessary touchdown for greater glory that is the folly of man.
The question is, what kind of Gods are the San Francisco 49ers praying to?
Lately, it has been a God of wrath of vengeance. A God that is separate from man and is punishing man for original sin.
With this belief in a wrathful God, it's no wonder Nate Clements would not listen to the pure God who is full of unconditional love, his own personal genius begging him to just take the win.
The God who drops a game-winning interception in your lap is the God I believe in. All that's left after that is to humble yourself in the face of that God, take a knee and be grateful.
Instead, the 49ers have been following the God of Mike Singletary.
A God who demands direct obedience. A God who demands that you squash every natural impulse inside of you because you must believe some other being knows better than your own intuition.
It's time for the 49ers to rise up and believe in the God that is within each and every one of them. A God whom they are one with and not one that they have to fear, for what we all truly fear is the glory and brilliance of that which we really are, the power and strength within all of us.
It's time for the 49ers to relinquish this rigid and ridiculous need for control, and to let loose and play football with the joy God intended. For all of us to enjoy in this great playground we call Earth.
And while the truth is that God doesn't favor one team over another, the 49ers can at least get out of their own way by letting go a little and not worrying so much about the outcome.