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Inside
NCR Which
football team did God bet on?
If you're one of those sighing with
relief that the Super Bowl is over, move on to the next section. Kathy Berken
of The Compass, Green Bay's Catholic paper, reports that Green Bay Bishop
Robert Banks has wagered 12 pounds of Wisconsin cheese on the Green Bay
Packers, against Boston Cardinal Bernard Law's 12 lobsters on the New England
Patriots.
The event is described as a "gentleman's bet," presumably to imply
that the prelates are within the law carrying on like this.
At press time the outcome was still a mystery, but my
mother-in-law, who lives in Milwaukee, sent me the following prayer, which
seems to leave no doubt how this will end:
Our Favre, who art in Lambeau, hallowed be thy arm. The
Bowl will come. It will be won, in New Orleans as it is in Lambeau. Give us
this Sunday, our weekly win. And give us many touchdown passes, but do not let
others pass against us. Lead us not into frustration, but deliver us to Bourbon
Street. For thine is the MVP, the Best in the NFC, and the glory of the
Cheeseheads, now and forever. Amen.
No, it's not irreverent: God has a big sense of humor, ask
anybody. And by the time you read this you will be in a position to say whether
God is a Packer or not.
The illustrations of Barrie Maguire
frequently grace these pages. Right now, however, Maguire is not a happy
camper. Cyberwriters are his problem. Listen:
hi...i have to get something off my chest...its about a brand
new custom that most of my cyber friends have embraced...i bet you can guess
where im headed...theyre sending me emails and knowingly making them hard to
read...and these are people who normally care about writing and
communicating...some of them are writers and editors...
probably all this is because the internet is ruled by genius
teenagers who never had to learn to spell or use commas and by millionaires in
plaid shirts who don't even own suits...
NCR does not have a position on this thorny issue.
Last year (Nov. 1), Fr. Paul Surlis
of St. John's University, Jamaica, N.Y., wrote an article encouraging the
church and everyone to further the cause of death with dignity. Recently he
received a handwritten letter "from an elderly widow on the West Coast of
Ireland," as she described herself.
She agreed with Surlis, she said, and enclosed "my poor attempt at
composing a poem to let my family know of my wishes. ... I presume the Requiem
Mass will get me to the 'Gates,' and that my CV may let me get a seat in the
aisle or 'standing room only.' " Her poem is titled "Up-rooting":
As I will not see my last garment, I will not parade in
it. It will cover me completely, And I will not trouble you By asking
you does it suit my complexion, Or does it fit properly at waist or
hips. I have always lived in the shade (I am not material for
star), So I do not want any fanfare When I am gone, No flowers or
wreaths, please, As I will not be able to smell or see them. One rose
when I am living, And a kind word when I am dying Will suffice,
Before I meet my God And present my credentials to him.
Her name is Mary Quinn.
-- Michael Farrell
National Catholic Reporter, January 31,
1997
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