Remember how I wrote a poem about how I don't like baseball, but it really wasn't about baseball though it had lots of baseball references? Then I performed it during Parents Weekend and all these parents came up and told me how great I was and how they don't like baseball either but they were talking about baseball and not something else? Yeah, pretty sure only Creeps remembers that. Those were some good times.
At church on Sunday, the pastor got on the pulpit, looked all serious, and announced that though the church rarely has to address this, he's sorry that he felt it was time to discuss dress codes as a congregation. Everyone squirmed a little. Then he called out a woman in the crowd, Lorraine, and asked her to stand up. She was sheepish and shocked, but he assured her that she was an example of what was good and acceptable in the house of worship: she was wearing a Red Sox jersey.
I like a church that has its priorities right.
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