Hell, Seahawks, and Church Food
Soooo……should I admit that I just spent the last 2 hours in a bar downing margaritas and watching the Seahawks game on satellite? Probly not. I´m not even a football fan. I guess when you´re isolated from all television and news outlets you lower your expectations. I can talk football, however.
Sure took coach Holmgren long enough. That guy´s paid off worse than a savings bond. The Seahawks actually didn´t choke. Somewhere Ann Wilson has uncrossed her fingers and begun the fat flush (because The Star Spangled Banner is sooo not in Eddie Vedder´s range).
I have a love/hate relationship with sports in Seattle. Mainly because we now have TWO new stadiums we voted AGAINST (you´re welcome, Paul Allen), while we have no monorail, for which we voted FIVE TIMES. That´s Seattle! Also because our new football stadium looks like a giant vulva, anatomically correct clitoris and all. (Come on, have you seen the over head shots?) And I believe this could not have been, by any stretch, a coincidence. This was a conspiracy. I just can´t figure out why.
Why am I talking about football? I was a bartender, I can talk about anything. How bout fractal geometry and chaos theory. Mmmm, fractals, my favorite. (oh, and I´m a little drunk.)
So today is Sunday in Mexico, and that means CHURCH. To all you godless misanthropes out there, that´s the tall building with the cross on top. Best thing about church is CHURCH FOOD. Anyone who grew up near Baptists knows that. When I was a kid, I was a shameless (insert place of worship here) FOOD whore. Chitterlings, jerk chicken, salad rolls, parantha, pastilla, I ran with a diverse crowd.
So my question is this: is it wrong to go to church, just to get the tamales? I just don´t see how. Not when it´s tamales puerco el pastor with little steamed strips of peppers and potato, and a salsa so lovingly complex–it must be homemade. All washed down with a big glass of Jamaica (think Hibiscus meets grape, without the tannin). May God be with you.
I mean, if I´m going to hell, I might as well rack up the miles and check into the R.O.T.C. program, right?
And also with you.
January 23rd, 2006 at 9:42 am
I’m still here in Seattle where it was Seahawks fever all the way. Drove past a kitchen store with a sign outside that said: “Update your cabinets with flair Go Seahwaks”. WTF? Sounds like Mexico is OK.
January 23rd, 2006 at 8:53 pm
I enjoyed your thoughts about Holmgren and religion… I think (which is painful these days), that it is refreshing to see someone believe enough in another to allow them the time and space to finally craft their moment. Holgren should have focused more on coaching and less on trying to run the enitre show. With that said, he’s brought us wine/food/football geeks to the promised land… and as for religion; I’m a recovering catholic. Peace!
January 24th, 2006 at 10:04 pm
It is not wrong to go to church strictly for the food. When I was a young lad I used to go to church in order to get free wine (yes, I am a Catholic). It is all good.
January 25th, 2006 at 11:53 am
I was giddy to see the ‘Hawks make it—for the one reason that really matters in choosing a team to back: their uniforms. Since I was a wee tot, I loved the unison of my totally fave colors, blue and green, in anything, and especially on the helmets of big men running around. I’ve been less enamored since they’ve updated their colors into that sort of steely silver-blue business, but the tribal Seahawk is still very boss.