I can’t say I make it to mass every week, but you’ll find me there more often than not. I’m usually somewhere in the back, dressed casually in whatever I was already wearing that day (often a Mets jersey).
On Easter you’ll find me there, still dressed casually. On Easter I can’t find a seat.
On Easter we celebrate rebirth.
On Easter all the good seats are taken by people I have never seen before. They come dressed in suits and fancy dresses and make their kids wear blazers. They are frauds.
You are about to see the same thing happen in Metstropolis.
You’re about to see people return to church. You will hear folks explain their return with words like “well now that they don’t suck” and “always liked the team” and sentences with Wilpon in it. (Mr. Wilpon bought the team in September 2007 it seems).
I read a lot of words this off-season about my favorite baseball team. Few were kind.
Many people swore off the team forever.
Forever came in the top of the 7th last night.
Today we’ll find out who found religion.
Awesome headline, photo… everything.
That’s a great analogy!
amen!