By Beaker
Whatever happened to sports on TV on Christmas day?
What? Jesus was against sports?
Remember those classic match-ups in the NBA? For the longest time in my case, hockey on Christmas Eve and Day was often misconstrued as part of Catholicism. You woke up, watched sappy Frosty cartoons with moral messages everyone ignored (heck, I always wished Rudolph opened fire in the North Pole), went to mass given by Priests who were as clear in dictation as Bob Dylan, visited relatives you cared little for, opened presents that you never asked for, thanked baby Jesus for the obscene amount of food before you and finally and mercifully flopped down like a sad sack of lazy-first-world- North American junkies to watch sports.
Good times. Good times.
If there was one time you could watch sports all day and night free of guilt, it was on Christmas day.
Now?
We are giftwrapped the Portland Trail Blazers against the Seattle Supersonics. Super-Trail-Blazing-useless. God dang even the World Series of fricken’ poker is considered to be appropriate sporting viewing.
Where did we go wrong?
