Showing posts with label champion. Show all posts
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Friday, April 5, 2013

Let the Games Begin: The Finale of the Denominational Dominion Tournament of Championships

by Ben Howard


Two weeks ago I set the stage for the Denominational Dominion Tournament of Championships by announcing the rosters for the four teams. Now, on the eve of the Final Four, I bring you the conclusion of the Tournament. Click here for a breakdown of the teams.

Semifinal #1: Anglican Avengers vs. Evangelical Evolutionaries

PG          Queen Elizabeth II                Rachel Held Evans
SG          Desmond Tutu                       Rob Bell
SF           George Washington              Francis Chan
PF           N.T. Wright                            Mark Driscoll
C             Henry VIII                              John Piper

The Avengers start off the game slow, though that should probably be expected when the youngest player, Wright, is 64, and two of his teammates, Washington and Henry VIII, are long deceased. After shaking off the rust commensurate with being an octogenarian, a series of three’s from the excitable Tutu and the crafty ball-handling of Elizabeth 2.0 eventually spark some life in the ancient legs of the Anglicans.

In stark contrast to the slow and creaky Avengers, the Evolutionaries came out firing on all-cylinders. Bell led the team in scoring with a series of impressive drives to the basket reasserting his role as the team’s creative force. Chan tried his best to match Bell’s production point for point, while Evans ran the point with grace and style, though perhaps giving too much deference to Queen Elizabeth when playing defense.

basketball, theology, sportsDriscoll provided a bit of controversy near the end of the first half after he threw down a powerful dunk over the top of Henry VIII. Immediately after the play, Driscoll got in Henry’s face and began screaming, “Henry VIII, you are, you are what?!?” earning himself a technical foul for taunting.

The second half marked a stark contrast to the first. The enthusiasm of the Evangelicals began to wane after an inner-squad altercation between Evans and Driscoll about whether or not Evans was allowed to shoot. The discord continued when Piper loudly proclaimed that he no longer believed that Evans and Bell were part of his team and refused to pass the ball to them for the rest of the half. 

Piper’s play descended even more as he stopped playing offense entirely and simply stood under the opposing team’s basket waiting to block their shots while repeating gibberish phrases about protecting “authority”.

In addition to the team-wide meltdown, Driscoll was ejected after he earned his second technical by viciously throwing a basketball at George Washington’s face while screaming, “Dodgeball is a man’s sport!”

The composed maturity of the Anglican team allowed them to simply stick to their game plan and take advantage of the brutal unraveling of the Evangelicals. Tutu and Wright eventually offered Bell and Evans refuge on the Anglican team, thus leaving the Evangelical team with only a terrified Chan and a rabid Piper. This dramatic advantage lead the Anglican team to score the final 45 points of the game, including a series of inspired dunks from N.T. Wright.

Henry VIII sparked a bit of controversy after the game when he immediately wed three of the cheerleaders. However, the next morning two of the three were annulled when Henry found out that modern customs do not allow you to behead or imprison your wives when they don’t give you children.

Semifinal #2: Mainline Marauders vs. Catholic Crushers

PG          John Wesley                     Pope Francis I
SG          Hillary Clinton                   Dorothy Day
SF           Barack Obama                 Thomas Aquinas
PF           Martin Luther                    Augustine of Hippo
C             John Calvin                      Gregory the Great

The battle between the Catholic Crushers and the Mainline Marauders was a tense and touchy contest between two historic rivals. The Crushers played well in the first half, but had a difficult time finding enough offense to counter the relentless firepower of the Marauders. Pope Francis I (aka Air Pope) showcased a versatile, crowd-inspiring style of play that vividly showed the differences between he and his more seasoned teammates.

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The DDTC Trophy: An Angel Fish
The frontline of Aquinas, Augustine, and Gregory the Great provided consistent production, but very little flair with the exception of one rim-rattling dunk from Augustine. Interviewed at halftime, Augustine proclaimed, “That was for my mom! Thanks Monica!” Dorothy Day also provided a bit of revolutionary spark for the tradition-minded Crushers, yet they still trailed at the half.

The Marauders, on the other hand, formed an interesting blend, with the fiery, explosive temperament of Martin Luther, who received a technical in the first half for the yelling at Francis and Gregory that they were incarnations of the antichrist. Luther’s rhetoric eventually settled down a bit after Calvin took him aside to say that the Marauders were “predestined for victory.”

In addition, there was a small scuffle between Clinton and Obama about who was really the most qualified to be team captain, with Clinton arguing that the team would much rather call her at 3 in the morning than Obama. Obama responded to this criticism by hitting three straight long threes and then ferociously dunking over Thomas Aquinas. Clinton eventually conceded the point.

The second half continued much the like the first. While the Crushers were comprised by a litany of great defenses, they were eventually overrun by the forces of Mainline Protestantism primarily lead by Luther and Calvin, assisted by the irascible John Wesley.

After the game, Barack Obama was named the MVP of the game which drew a chorus of boos from the Evangelical fans remaining in the arena who thought that Obama should have been ineligible since they don’t believe he’s actually a Christian. The booing led to a small confrontation in which Luther called the fans every insult that he’d ever thought of and destroyed their very souls from the inside out dooming them to an eternity in hell. Calvin said this was also predestined.

The Championship: Anglican Avengers vs. Mainline Marauders

In one of the strangest twists in the history of fictional religious basketball, these two teams spent the first 10 minutes of the game staring at each other in confusion as they tried to decide whether or not they were on the same team. John Wesley awkwardly attempted to score a basket at one point in the game, but was unsure who he was trying to score the basket for and began to cry at mid-court.

Martin Luther, beer, drinking, steinThe awkwardness and confusion of the game ended when Desmond Tutu gave Wesley a big bear hug and told him that everything would be okay. This led to Tutu hugging everyone on the court and eventually everyone in the entire building. 

Finally, Luther rolled in a keg and the whole thing just became one big party highlighted by a stirring duet of Let It Be with N.T. Wright and Queen Elizabeth II. At one point after many beers, Luther challenged Henry VIII to a fist fight during which Henry knocked Luther unconscious. When he came to, Luther hugged Henry and declared him to be a “good friend.”

Thanks for joining us at the Denominational Dominion Tournament of Championships!

Peace,
Ben


Ben Howard is an accidental iconoclast (see!) and generally curious individual living in Nashville, Tennessee. He is also the editor-in-chief of On Pop Theology and an avid fan of waving at strangers for no reason. You can follow him on Twitter @BenHoward87.

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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Playoffs, Drama, and Jesus



by Ben Howard

I’m going to say something really controversial. I mean this will be more controversial than anything I’ve said about any topic since I started writing this blog. Prepare yourself.

I think playoffs are stupid.

*watches a beer bottle flash by his head and crash against the wall*

Yeah, I know, pretty shocking. That’s the kind of thing you might hear on an ESPN show that was being needlessly provocative, but unlike Stephen A. Smith, I actually believe it.

You tell which of these options sounds like a more reasonable way of determining a champion. A team plays each other team in the league, once at home and once away, at the end of the season the team with the best record wins the league.

Or, a team plays 162 games a season, most of them against teams in the same division, the rest against teams in the same league, except for 12 scattered around to random teams in a different league. Then the best teams, provided they win their division, or win a wildcard spot which includes another one off game, play in a 4 week tournament in which they have to win 11 games in order to be champion.

Pure simplicity and reason points towards option one, European club soccer, over option two, Major League Baseball.

So why do playoffs persist? Why are sports fans adamant about adding playoffs to college football? Why is the college basketball tournament a billion dollar enterprise?

I have a theory.

Playoffs exist for the same reason that romantic comedies and action movies exist. We don’t just want champions, we don’t just want heroes, we want dramatic champions and dramatic heroes. We want champions who go the very brink of defeat only to stare defeat in the face and laugh at it.

We thrive on the drama that shapes the event even if its manufactured.

Since the church is made up of people, it operates the same way. Conversion stories are dramatic, being raised in the church is boring. Soaring emotional ballads where we tell Jesus we love him are dramatic, hymns are old and boring.

In manufacturing the drama we miss the point that while there are certainly ecstatic highs and lows in life, they are not the thing that defines our existence. Beauty and peace and contentment are things we find in the everyday, not in the so-called “mountain top experience.”

We are not a people in search of a faith and a tradition that provides us with thrills, but instead a faith that shapes us into humans the way we were created to be human.

We focus so often on the drama of Christ, the violence of the crucifixion the crescendo of the resurrection, that I wonder if we miss the deeply profound simplicity of Jesus as human. The Word made flesh who dwelt among us.

There is nothing wrong with the soaring heights of a dramatic story, but it does not define the story. The story is the whole, not just the ending. Jesus is the entirety of his life, the incarnation, the teaching, the parables, the prophecies, the love, the crucifixion, the resurrection and the ascension. None of those is a microcosm of the story, they all work together.

The story of the church is the same. It is every bit and every piece. Not just the big moments, but the little ones and the average ones as well. Every bit is part of the story, not just the memorable parts.

A season makes a champion, not just a game.

Peace,
Ben

When he isn’t railing against the implications of playoffs and drama, Ben likes to watch playoffs and drama. I mean, seriously, its exhilarating. You can follow him on Twitter @BenHoward87 or email him at benjamin.howard87 [at] gmail.com.

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