The only real holy day-- the last communal experience-- in which we all bow down before the same altar.
This is a feast day that is about the commercial in every sense of the word, but make no mistake, it is a religious ceremony complete with mystic/mythic transformations (men into goats or gods), burnt offerings, gods of misrule and gods of wrath, danger and redemption. For all its baroque pageantry, its high-church profundities, the Super Bowl is primitive religion. It is genuine in ways canned and sterilized religions of the whitebread, white-haired Santa Claus God and his straight teethed, heart-throb son can't hope to approximate. There is real danger here, the outcome is very much in doubt, lives hinge on the moment.
When was the last time you went to church not knowing how life would look when you walked out?
Hell, son. When was the last time you went to church?
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