I guess it must be my turn to save the blogger from “tustizone” extinction. Granted, our family has never really been a huge magnet for soccer games (except, of course, for the tickets that dad will get for the Real Salt Lake v. Real Madrid game. I have complete trust in you, dad.), but I believe when it really counts, we have a tendency to be well-informed of the sporting events. So with that I will say...
I was in open defiance today. This Sunday, I was caught in a predicament. Should I go to church, which starts at 1:30 or stay home to watch the world cup soccer game between Italy and France which started at 12:00 mst? Well, after a total thought process of 5 seconds, I decided to stay home from at least Priesthood (which is first) meeting to watch the game. I was extremely happy at the fact though, that the game not only went into overtime but also penalty kicks. J/K (no, but seriously). So I not only missed priesthood, but half of Sunday school. Of course, walking into church, I notice we weren’t the only ones to decided to stay home, so I felt a little better (not that I felt any worse for having stayed home); and for those who did go to church, it was very obvious that we were the envy of the ward. I know the pads must be a little disappointed in me, so let me just say that in priesthood they spoke on writing in ones journal (which is about as exciting as not) and in Sunday school, which I missed the half of, they spoke on tithing, of which I paid right after sacrament. I also consider this as making even all the times the bishopric made us stay after church 5-15 minutes every single Sunday, due to their own soapbox speeches, or their inability to tell the 5 other people in line for testimonies that they can’t give theirs due to time constraints. So everything was made just fine today, except of course the resulting win in the final game of the world cup.
First, I must say that I am a bit upset that Italy won. It goes against everything that history has stated as truth. The allies are supposed to win and not those of the Axis powers, and if anyone had won, it should have been Germany, who had the guts to go up against real nations during the second world war II, as opposed to Mussolini and his forces against the Ethiopian nation. But then again, France was down so fast in the war that it is pointless to see them as an ally. Also, as far as a gospel standpoint goes, Germany should have taken it all, especially against Italy. Germany, who has more church members than Italy, should have won it hands down. I guess that goes to show the lack of faith on the German side. Of course, if results prove the faith of members, Real Salt Lake should be playing in some of the European leagues, and the united states should have at least made it past the group play.
Oh well, I just cant wait until World Cup 2010 in South Africa. I sure hope there is more Sunday play.
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Well, I was one of those billions of people that watched the World Cup. I didn't really care who won, but I sure thought that Beavis Headbutt was pretty immature. But our church starts at 9:00 so there you go. But I did come home during Sunday School to throw up (I had to teach the Mia Maids and Lauarels - I was pretty nervous. I handed out giant Twix bars that said, "Don't be fooled by Satan's "Twix". Corny, I know, but you would have taken it, I am sure. Your dad and I are feverishly getting ready for the reunion this weekend. We are in charge. Sure wish we had someone to help us. Oh well. Dad is taking up the barrel and cooking tri tip. We got a new computer and it is awesome. Flat screen and everything - Thanks, Nick, for your input. Well, that's it.
Trevor, good post. I, too, stayed home and watched the game. I must say, though, that this wasn't the reason I stayed home.
First of all, I slept in until 11:00 (something I haven't done since about 1997). Secondly, the church here is about 2 miles up the mountain from my hotel. I walked there the first Sunday I was here and after seeing everybody pass me in the cars wearing white shirts and ties, I knew I was getting close. However, nobody must have known I was also going there, even though I had on a white shirt and tie because nobody stopped. So, basically it comes down to the fact that I didn't want to walk that far.
Now I know all of us who have served missions in North, Central, and South America knew people who walked 18 miles each way in the 10000 degree heat to make it to church (or ride their bike with 14 people on it) but I just didn't have it in me. Maybe if they would serve Sprite in the sacrament cups like they did in Ecuador, I would have made more of an effort...
Just make sure you're not at the in-laws and that NASCAR doesn't dominate the TV viewing. Anyway, I have to say something about the journal lesson. Fortunately, DeEtte (Kim's mom) doesn't like church, even though she'd never admit that, so we came home after sacrament meeting. Anyway, my BIL, who had gone to all his meetings and had the same journal lesson, later related that some guy commented that "we should all stop making excuses and just write in our journals since the Terrestial Kingdom will be full of people who make excuses." I wish I were there to respond with "Well, just as long as there are no judgmental a-holes there, I'll probably be happy."
Oh, by the way, there was a story regarding the motives for the head butt. One place you can read it is here. I'm not making any judgments (see my last comment)---just reporting the rumor/news.
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