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April 06, 2007
Pontius Pilate Called For A Five Minute Major (Easter Post# 2)
(Category: Cultural Friday )

Tonight, on this Holiest of nights, I'll be going to a sacred place. A place where men and women gather to express their faith and reverence for something far greater than themselves. That's right - I'm going to a hockey game. To some this may seem like blasphemy. But if you think about it, church and a hockey game have many similarities. You go to both places to root for your team, or your god. A preacher stands in a pulpit guarding the Eucharist, wine and candles, and a goalie guards the net. Parishioners are trying to get into heaven, and the players are trying to get past center ice and score. Church has hymns that praise God, hockey has We Will Rock You by Queen.

There are many rules and traditions that must be followed in both places; kneeling, skating, holy water, ice, signs of the Cross, icing, Amens, calling the ref an asshole, roughing, saying rehearsed shit back to the priest when he says some prayer, beer, wafers, pretzels, wine, confession, penalty box, five minute major, Hell, Rosary beads, jockstraps, violence, violence. You get the picture. They're almost exactly the same except one is fun and the other...not so much.

Which brings me to my main point - could Jesus have played hockey? In my opinion, and to be brutally honest, I'd have to say no. Based on my knowledge of J-Lord, he was a little too effeminate. And he was a hippy. And he wore sandals. Three strikes and you're out, J. Whether any of that is true is anyone's guess but I have to tell you, whoever came up with his image could have done a little better marketing the guy. Jerusalem - 32 A.D. or San Francisco - 1968, he fit in both places. And if the former was anything like the latter, I would have crucified him too. Only I would've made sure it was a slower, more painful death. That is how much I hate hippies.

Now I'm sure J-Lord was a great guy and all; turning wine into water, loaves into fishes, preaching at the Temple Mount 24-7, carpentering and chatting up the whores, but really. Even if he was the son of God, and I'm not saying he's not, all that means is that he was born. So was I. So were you. It's not that big a deal. Someone squirted him out. Which brings me to my real main, main point, which is, I have a limited amount of placenta from the birth of Jesus. That's right! And it can be yours for the low, low price of only $19.95. It comes in a 1 oz. decorative vial and is available in a wide variety of colors. And His placenta has many uses! Use it as an energy drink! Rub it on a wound! Clean out your colon! Or use it as a lubricant with that special someone you want to pork this Easter Sunday! Act now! Supplies are limited!

Send check or money order to:

J-Lord's Authentic Placenta
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P.O. Box 666
Styx River, WI 53207

how's that for upper-decking...

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I have always known that you are going to hell.

Posted by: Marty at April 6, 2007 01:48 PM

Will you be coming with me?

Posted by: Lou at April 6, 2007 02:36 PM

Happy Easter Bill! So what's up with Lou, did you get a name change while you were gone?

Posted by: Jackie at April 6, 2007 02:58 PM

That's the Bill I know and love.

Posted by: Paul at April 6, 2007 03:49 PM

Admirals? I'm surprised, because I never thought that you had the testicals to handle hockey. You always seemed like a WNBA kind of wuss.

Posted by: Ted at April 6, 2007 09:03 PM

My home team (Sabres) have their division. My new home team (Thrashers) have theirs. It's a hella year for hockey in the Peacock household.

Posted by: Jim at April 7, 2007 02:50 PM

Yep. Hell.

Repent.

Posted by: Bane at April 12, 2007 03:42 PM
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