This will almost definitely be an ongoing feature here at the new improved Liquid Diet, a blog where we not only celebrate good beer, we give you good reason to drink it.
So much material.
The initial (double!) entry comes from the Dec. 30 issue of Sports Illustrated, the first magazine to which I ever had a subscription, a gift from my Godfather (note how I am covering my ass here with a religion-based relationship, just in case):
A Kentucky high school cross-country runner in a regional meet withdraw because she was given bib #666 (“the number of the Beast”) withdrew from the competition, explaining: “I didn’t want to risk my relationship with God.”
A survey by the Public Religion Research Institute found that 27% of Americans believes that God “plays a role in determining which team wins” sports events.
This sort of nonsense is why I suggest that, if you are the sort of person who needs to believe that there is some eternal figure with a great white beard looking over you, Santa Claus is a much more feasible and likable guy for the job than God, based on the evidence.
Evidence provided on request, but the shorthand version is that, while both God and Santa have standards about naughty and nice, Santa, for the most part, is pretty forgiving and seems to see his mission as bringing joy and happiness and love to families around the world, while God is a jealous and demanding deity, condemning to eternal fire anyone who does not accept and believe and also worship.
Hey, admit it, whatever the motivation, that makes you want to go down a cold one.
I’ll be here
all week as many weeks are left to me.