TFTD:


Someone surely has written a poem about living in the "extra time" of futbol, the time of desperation and crumbling hopes.

"In the beginning was the Word,
 And the Word was with God,
 And the Word WAS God."


What a mysterious formulation, and one at odds with everything we were otherwise told about the Deity when we were kids.

TFTD:

What if God were one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make His way home?