No-No Nose Game

I remember back then when Hideo Nomo pitched for the Red Sox. Back when he was still wicked good, he pitched a no-hitter in his tenure with the Sox. The next day, the sports section of the Globe ran the headline "No-No Nomo."

Today's entry has nothing to do with baseball, however, but everything to do with the CSU boys. It is well known within BCF, the Bo's Christian Fellowship, that the lads of the Catholic Student Union are much more handsome than the boys of BCF. This isn't the delusions of some silly schoolgirl crush, no, this is near-fact and well recognized and commented on by the guys, not the girls, of BCF.

A couple of days ago, Eve cooked dinner for a few of us from both BCF and CSU. Right when we were about to start, Mike, senior CSU member, suggested that, since we were in my flat, I should say grace. I was a. shamed by the fact that I had not thought of saying grace and b. indignant that I had to be the one blessing everyone's food when I had already opened my doors for the event. So, I proposed the next logical solution.

I shouted: "Grace! Nose game!"

Immediately, every BCF'er in the room put their index fingers on the nose while the CSU lads just smiled and refrained. It wasn't that they didn't understand the game. Oh, they knew the nose all right. But they apparently felt it "wrong" and "sacrilegious" to play the nose game when it came to something as important as talking to God, thus making all of us look like quite possibly the jerkiest jerks this world has ever known. It's a good thing that we believe in salvation through grace and not works.

But man, better looking and holier? Not even JP II had such a blessed combination.