Even busy homophobes need to take a break

Case in point: this afternoon, maybe a half hour before kickoff for the Georgia-Tennessee game, I ventured out of the Chemistry building to get some lunch downtown. Maybe not the best timing, seeing how everyone and their mother was heading in the opposite direction towards the stadium. (To clarify: the Chemistry building is right next to the football stadium. And yet from my desk, I still can't see shit. Anyway.) So, there I was, slowly working my way against traffic when I see these preacher types with the 10 foot placards in the middle of the crowd, berating everyone for indulging in such open displays of drunken behavior. I think someone shouted, "I'm so wasted that I can't hear what you're saying." But I digress. One of the placards read: "Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Steve." I think the reverse side said: "Sodomy. It's to die for." For the most part, it seemed that most everybody was either vaguely bewildered or outright pissed that the preacher brigade decided to show up and spoil everyone's fun.

A couple of hours later after a rather leisurely lunch at the local 24 hour diner downtown, I headed back to work and figured I'd try to catch some of the game. Or at least try to figure out what was happening based on the crowd's reaction. Not the best way to take in a football game, perhaps, but I had no desire to buy a ticket. Apparently, neither did the preacher types. They were leaning over the railing just as intently as I was, trying to catch some of the action on the field. Hmm. I guess football is the secret ingredient that brings us all together.