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I’m sorry, Donny, crooning “Puppy Love” to screaming teenage girls is not the same as knocking doors in Siberia

03.03.11 | Being Mormon | 5 Comments

I probably should not say anything about this because to be perfectly honest, I think college sports are only slightly less-worthless to humanity than pro sports are. In other words, right up there with Muammar Qaddafi’s ego in the amount of good they have done the world.

But there seems to be some confusion. Jimmer Fredette is actually NOT the greatest Mormon missionary in the world, I don’t care how cute he was as a waterboy for his big brother. And the whole Brandon Davies thing? Look, kudos to him if he confessed having sex with his girlfriend if there’s no proof, and if she is pregnant, then, dude, what a difficult situation for her. It’s hard enough being pregnant, in the best of all possible circumstances, and these are not ideal circumstances. I hope they’re able to make the best of whatever the situation is.

It irks me when winning a game is the most important thing. Did you see the movie Secretariat? Probably not, because it was a pretty stinky movie about Diane Lane and a horse. Diane Lane’s character (it’s based on a true story) basically abandons her family and does all sorts of crazy things but in the end it’s okay, her family’s all kinds of proud of her and her husband thinks she’s fabulous because the horse Secretariat wins the Triple Crown. Which, horse racing? Come on. What if the horse hadn’t won? And how does some horse’s running ability translate into it being okay that she left her kids? But wait, she followed her dream, she believed in . . . a horse. Triumph of the human, er, equine spirit, blah blah blah.

The greatest Mormon missionaries in the world are the ones who get up when the missionary handbook says to get up, and go to bed when the missionary handbook says to go to bed. They look for ways to serve; they cut their preparation day in half when their mission president asks them to. They wear white shirts and ties and they listen to the music that’s allowed, and they read their scriptures because they’re supposed to. They preach when the Spirit moves them and they cry tears of joy when someone wants to be baptized.

There’s a missionary in Texas right now who red-shirted for football . . . at the University of Utah. But right now he’s an AP (fancy leadership position) in Texas. My entire family are BYU loyalists, and I mean, my entire family: parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, my four brothers and sisters, and around sixty of my first cousins and their spouses. I met my husband there and I want my children to have the same experience.

But I am pretty darn impressed by a missionary in Texas who’ll return to play for the Utes. I might even go see a game and cheer him on, if I can work up to sitting through some football.

 

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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