Originally Posted by Rain Man
I lost religion in 1972. I was nine years old and my parents made me go to church, and I had to ride home on the church bus. I would never get home until the first quarter of the Chiefs game was over, and sometimes even missed an entire half. I decided that I could not worship a god who would let that happen.
These days, I'm starting to rethink it, though.
It might be a simple response to adversity. Sometimes people seek deeper meaning when tragedies such as a death in the family or a natural disaster or a Romeo/Pioli/Cassel event affects them.
Cleveland may be the factory of sadness, but the western regional warehouse is Arrowhead Stadium.