I mean, what higher power can provide solace after a season in the bleachers? Can religion help us understand the ineptitude of Dave Wannstedt and Dick Jauron? Can theology convincingly explain phenomena like the Curse of the Billy Goat and the black cat and the two Steves? And what God would make Ron Santo endure the '69 season, keep him out of the Hall of Fame, and then take both his legs? Yes, atheism has it appeal at times.
However, since the playoffs are here--and we're participating--I've been feeling slightly less apocalyptic. But I'm always willing to entertain other people's thoughts on the existence, or lack thereof, of the Big Man. This is one of the best I've read:
As an adolescent, hunched over some book or magazine in the family bathroom, I used to tell myself that God couldn’t possibly exist, because the notion that he might be watching me with disapproval while I masturbated was absurd; even more absurd was the notion that all my dead ancestors might be lined up and watching, too. This wasn’t exactly a strong argument, more a mild yet convincing feeling. And it was, of course, self-interested: the thought of Grandma and Grandpa observing what I was up to would have seriously put me off my stroke.I'm guessing a few of the Scott boys can relate to this reasoning. Although, I'm also guessing that their idea of a judgmental and vengeful deity looks something like this:
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