... but hates to see them win the Home Run Derby. Unfortunately Firejoemorgan.com has really stolen my thunder. I knew, knew, knew that they were going to blog about this topic. Damn them!
In any event, Josh Hamilton's profuse praise of God/Jesus/Magic Sky Fairies who purified his devil-infected blood was a bit much. Moronic broadcasters saying "it's a bad day for atheists" was much worse. First off, it's always a bad day to be an atheist in the United States. You have a better chance of avoiding social ostracism if you fall into just about any other minority group (of any notable size). Secondly, what the fuck? Josh Hamilton hits some home runs and suddenly we have confirmation of a higher power at work? What about all the people who don't have signing bonuses, multiple chances at million dollar careers, and who struggle with addictions just like his? Or how about the people who didn't piss away for year after year Hamilton's gifts simply because they didn't win the genetic lottery and don't have them? What do they symbolize?
I kept hoping Hamilton would thank his family, friends, the organizations who believed in him, hell even Major League Baseball for giving him a .... ninth? .... chance when it would have been understandable if they didn't. Hamilton seems like a decent enough guy (now), and I bear him no ill will. It's a nice story and one that hopefully will inspire others to turn their lives around. But the credit for his turnaround goes to those who helped him and himself. And that's it.
Unless, of course, Odin/Shiva/Jehovah/Jack Bauer/Allah became angry at Hamilton's presumption that an all-powerful deity didn't have better shit to do than help him succeed at baseball, and made sure the Morneau tortoise won the race.