
What If God Were A Linebacker?
Article by Bruce Scott Bertram imagining what would happen if God played linebacker on an American football team. How could you play against Him? Would you even want to try? What would happen to football?
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Can you imagine if God was a linebacker on an opposing football team you
were playing? If you were a quarterback, would you want to try and pump
fake? You certainly couldn't fake a hand off, and you couldn't fool Him with
misdirection or a man in motion. You could never check off on the line and
audible a change in the play. No matter what you changed it to, He would
know. Maybe you could hand off to the running back, but where would he go?
How would you pass to the dump-off receiver if the other receivers were
covered? Even if the receivers had moves that made a ballerina cry, wherever
they went God would be standing there in front of them waiting for the ball.
You wouldn't want to try a long snap for a punt or a field goal because He
would probably be fast enough to intercept that, too.
Blocking would be a problem, to say the least. Even if He stood still long
enough or slowed Himself down so you could get a hand on Him, you wouldn't
stand a chance of stopping Him. He'd be in the backfield holding the
quarterback up by the legs quicker than you could say, "make a wish." Facing
Him across the line of scrimmage would be no picnic. He wouldn't even have
to insult your mother or cast aspersions on your ancestry to intimidate you.
If He just smiled at you you'd have to change your shorts (again). He'd
always know the snap count, and could beat you off the ball like you had
roots. He'd plug any hole you opened for the running back, if He felt like
letting the running back get that far. If He were to hit you, you might even
live to tell about it after all the bells stopped ringing.
What would His stats be? Ten feet tall, weighing 600 pounds and running the
40 in "we didn't even get the stopwatch started?" Would He be able to bench
press His own weight? With each hand? Each finger? Without even breaking a
sweat? Would He even sweat? Would His cleats leave marks you could plant
trees in? But He wouldn't need cleats, because wherever the ball went He'd
already be there. He'd give a whole new meaning to the saying "He got
skills."
Or maybe He'd just be an undersized Jewish rabbi, not much to look at. Maybe
He wouldn't even "hit" very hard, especially if you were having a bad day.
He'd just somehow manage to "move through the crowd" and be wherever the
ball was, frustrating you to no end. You might wonder how He moved so fast
in those robes He wore, but you wouldn't even think about making fun of Him
for wearing a dress. You'd probably want to knock that silly little cap off
His head, but He wouldn't hold still long enough to let you. He'd just smile
and pat you on the back and say, "Keep on trying, my son!"
How would His contract be structured? Would He even need the money? Shoot,
the team owner probably wouldn't need all those other high priced defensive
players, so you could give Him at least all the money for the other ten guys
that used to be on defense. He would never get an injury (like anybody could
hit Him hard enough!), so He wouldn't need backups, and you could give Him
all that money too. The other teams might even chip in money if they didn't
have to play against Him!
If He played "iron man" (iron God?) football (both offense and defense) all
that money could go to His salary too. You wouldn't need trainers, medical
supplies, equipment to cool Him off, or equipment to warm Him up. He could
probably play without pads or a helmet. You wouldn't need coaches, front
office personnel, or draft picks to be named later. You wouldn't even need
the draft because He lives forever!
Really though, who would play against Him? Would you have to draft Satan and
all his demons? I bet they wouldn't even enter the draft. They know better;
they played against Him in college and got hammered. He made a show of them
openly, and since then they haven't been able to show their faces in public.
And that was when they had the game rigged, the officials bought and paid
for, and God was playing with injuries. No way would they attempt a contest
where He didn't have a sizeable handicap. But even if He looked handicapped
they would still be suspicious, because of the beating they took before when
they thought they had Him nailed.
Maybe He would only have to play one game a season. Would we just hand Him
the Super Bowl trophy (and all the money) at the beginning of the season? Or
would the other teams play each other, with the "winner" having to play the
team with God on it? Wouldn't that make the games more interesting! Imagine
how desperate your team would be to lose! Ow, ow, ow, my hamstring suddenly
acted up! To heck with the money, just don't make me play against God in the
Super Bowl! Or any Bowl for that matter!
How would the gamblers handicap the games? Who would bet? Even Satan
wouldn't be that stupid. The whole gambling industry for football would be
wiped out. Not a dollar to be made anywhere, nobody going to the poor house
for making sucker bets. Louie the leg breaker would be out of a job because
nobody would need to be "encouraged" to pay gambling debts. Sports related
crime would evaporate. No games to fix, no referees to buy, no players to
corrupt. The television contract would be worthless, nobody would bid on it.
The advertising dollars would have to be spent somewhere else.
Baseball would be shut down too, because God would have enough energy and
skills to play both sports. Heck, He could probably play four or five sports
every year and still not get tired. All that money would be His for the
taking, that is, until people quit going to the games. Who would pay
hundreds of dollars to see a game with their families when they already know
who would win? We wouldn't need to build stadiums or maintain them, and
billions of dollars could be saved on freeway modifications to handle all
the traffic. There would be more open space and we could plant more trees
(in His cleat marks if He had cleats).
And the endorsements! Would you see His picture on a box of Wheaties? Would
Mormon-owned Coke and secular Pepsi play "Can you top this?" until a new
monetary record was reached? Or would He be shunned because He was pro-life,
anti-gay, and didn't celebrate Christmas? Do you think He could be induced
to allow beer and automobile makers the rights to use His image for
Budweiser or Ford? I can't imagine Him leaping in the air for joy at the
thought of owning a Toyota. Who would argue against Him if He said it was
less filling? What would happen if He merely said He preferred not to drink
beer? Would the beer industry immediately go out of business because no one
would buy it? He certainly wouldn't need money, so what else would they use
to get Him to sign?
Maybe kids would idolize Him by plastering His posters all over their
bedrooms. Would they want to play the same position? Would they even play
sports knowing they could never beat Him or beat Him out of His position?
Maybe they would start to walk like Him, dress like Him, and talk like Him.
They would probably want to know what He ate and what His favorite TV shows
were so they could be "just like" Him. Perhaps the whole kid's sports
structure would disappear. Soccer Moms would be a thing of the past. Parents
wouldn't have to pay all that money, scream, or kill each other over a
child's game. Test scores would go up, and athletes would have to actually
work for their grades and plan on a productive career in something useful,
like say, teaching.
Maybe, if He were here in physical form, playing linebacker, a lot of things
would change. Maybe, the world would be a better place, with money spent on
more important things. Maybe, we would see the folly of our ways. Maybe,
just maybe.........nya-a-a-ah.
Bruce Scott Bertram







