There was a time when John 3:16 signs at sporting events were a cherished part of our sports-viewing experience, as familiar and welcome as cheerleader rack-shots, beer ads and shockingly racist Howard Cosell monkey references. Never mind that no one actually knew what the hell “John 3:16″ meant – we liked it because it was just there and we were used to it (like a dog or a wife). Now, however, the old ways are being cast aside, individuality stamped out, personal expression exiled from our arenas and stadiums. If you hold up a John 3:16 sign today – even at a game featuring a team from a Catholic school like Siena – security will snatch it away from you as if it were lewd or pornographic or urged someone to “Fire Matt Millen.” And then you will be probably be hauled away and beaten by a bunch of mean dudes in Jim Nantz masks. Really, Thought Police? No more John 3:16? What’s next? No more chest-paint spelling out the name of our school? No more jingling keys when a dude is trying to shoot free throws? No more using our cell phone cameras to sneak pictures of Erin Andrews‘s butt? Thanks for ruining everything fun, fascist f**ks.
*= He’s serving three life sentences in prison for kidnapping after rejecting a plea deal that would’ve had him out in 12. Oops.
Tags: erin andrews, howard cosell, jim nantz, rainbow man, siena
