Cheers to the Freakin Weekend

There were a few developments over the weekend that necessitate today's blog post. First off...

That man named his daughter Blue. I'm a big fan of his, own all his albums, spend way too much money going to his concerts, but even I find it a little "different" that they named the girl Blue. He loves his double entendres so he's always playing on words. In this case, his baby's name alludes to Blueprint IV (Get it...Ivy, I-V...Roman numeral four).

Now they can talk about it being their favorite number and how both of them were born on the fourth and how her album is called four and...whatever. I still find it odd that they named their child a color. If it was a boy I wonder if he would've called him Roc. It could have alluded to his record label, the first product he used to sell and that beloved 90s African American sitcom starring Charles S Dutton (who also started in a life of crime and turned his life around) as a garbage collector in the hood trying to make it.

My daughter and I have the same birthday. I should have named her Calendar. And now sports...

I haven't really gotten on the Tebow bandwagon, and, considering my position on religion, I have no doubt that I'd burst into flames if I tried Tebowing, but I have to admit that he sure as hell heck knows how to end a football game. That was a good pass and a great run, but it got me thinking. Tebow has kind of been the athletic face of Christianity this season and I wonder what it'd be like if the church really took it to the next level. He's gotten a lot of people talking, but he's just one man. What if the church pooled its resources and started an expansion team. They could sign Tebow to QB and fill the roster with some equally talented and devoted players.

Now imagine that instead of huddling, they all kneel down to pray before each play. To observers it'd look like they were praying, but they could really be using Biblical scriptures to call plays. Revelations could be a hail mary pass, while Exodus could be a blitz. It sounds crazy but just imagine if you went to a game, saw the whole team pray and then throw a hail mary pass to actually win the game. Tell me that wouldn't make you think. Now imagine that God got in on this and a clap of thunder or something occurred after every bad call by the ref. The pews would fill up.

I'm just saying.