On the road to the NFC Championship game Peter Finney finds the Broke Spoke

Pete must have had some of Stevie’s white lightning out of the back because he slaughtered a few of the names in his otherwise entertaining piece. Like I said I can’t explain the attraction other than to simply accept that Hancock County’s most famous beer bar has become a cultural phenomenon in a positive way. The commenters to Finney’s column don’t get it as a group though one obviously did.

Great story, awesome place. Fell off a bar stool once there.

Here is a snippet of the Finney’s column:

Steve Haas is wearing a Viking purple shirt in the midst of, let’s call it, roadhouse decor.

There are pool tables, a wooden stove, and a sign that says, “Green Bay City Limits, Population 96,466.”

Hanging from the ceiling are fishing lures, T-shirts, baseball caps and bras, many of them autographed. Continue reading “On the road to the NFC Championship game Peter Finney finds the Broke Spoke”

Slabbed Sunday Service (Nondemoninational)

Then I watched while he broke open the sixth seal, and there was a great earthquake; the sun turned as black as dark sackcloth and the whole moon became like blood.

The stars in the sky fell to the earth like unripe figs shaken loose from the tree in a strong wind.

Then the sky was divided like a torn scroll curling up, and every mountain and island was moved from its place.

The kings of the earth, the nobles, the military officers, the rich, the powerful, and every slave and free person hid themselves in caves and among mountain crags.

They cried out to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of the one who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb, because the great day of their wrath has come and who can withstand it?”

And now our hymn:


h/t: A reader

And now for our playoff pregame prayer

Hattip: Louisiana Sports Buzz which credits Archbishop Phillip Hannan:

Here’s a prayer for the Saints Archbishop Philip Hannan wrote in 1968, their second year:

God, we ask your blessing upon all who participate in this event, and all who have supported our Saints. Our heavenly father, who has instructed us that the “saints by faith conquered kingdoms and overcame lions”, grant our Saints an increase of faith and strength so that they will not only overcome the Lions, but also the Bears, the Rams, the Giants, and even those awesome people Continue reading “And now for our playoff pregame prayer”

Lets us bow our heads in prayer…

Good and gracious God, just as the nation of Israel stood on the banks of the river Jordan, we the Who Dat Nation now stand on the banks of the Mississippi, filled with joyful anticipation. We stand on these banks looking back from whence we came. Although we do not share a history of slavery in Egypt, we do share a common history of pain and heartache.

We remember the National Football League Season of 1980 and our downtrodden days of 1-and-15. We repent for our shameful past of wearing bags on our heads, forgetting that you were on our side. We recall the days when instead of looking forward to the playoffs, we could only look at each other and tearfully say, “Wait ’til next year.”

Indeed, we have been through a long journey through the desert of athletic despair. But as we stand on these banks today, we know that our days in the desert are over.

Just like the Hebrew children, our 40 years of wandering in the desert have come to an end. With eyes of faith, we can see the promised land! We can taste the Super Bowl! And, yes Lord, we believe.

Lord, it is our time to claim the blessings that you promised our ancestors. In the name of Hap Glaudi, Jim Finks and Buddy Diliberto we now claim our rightful place among the elite teams in the NFL. Continue reading “Lets us bow our heads in prayer…”