It's just a game
(Scene: Somewhere over South Bend, Indiana, yesterday, 2:25 CDT)
MMG: Son, I was hoping we could have a little talk.
JC: Sure Mom, what's up?
MMG: Well, there's this big game today, and I was wondering if...
JC: Mmmmmmmom, you aren't making promises again, are you?
MMG: You know I never promise, Son. But they named their school after me, what am I supposed to say when they ask?
JC: Mom, you know I'm not supposed to -
MMG: Oh, I know, Son, it's just that the boys here have their heart set on...
JC: Mom, I know you like to ask me these favors, like, a million times a day -
MMG: You'd better take another look Son, they're multiplying pretty fast down there. It's more like a billion times an hour, lately.
JC: ...but Dad's got this thing about Free Will, and -
MMG: Oh, I know he does, Son, and I know you're always trying to keep him happy, you being his favorite and all...
JC: <sheepishly> Mom, I'm his ONLY begotten -
MMG: Of course you are, dear, but -
JC: <sternly - but with respect> I can't, Mom!
MMG: Sure you can, Son. Don't you remember that time at the wedding?
JC: C'mon Mom, that was different.
MMG: You said it wasn't Your time...
JC: That was different. Dad said I was supposed to listen to you that time, to show -
MMG: Son, I'm sorry. But it's almost kickoff.
JC: <sighs> Alright, Mom. Listen... when they lose -
MMG: Oh, dear...
JC: I mean - I mean, IF they lose... IF they lose, I'll try to make things go so that the other boys aren't picking on them so much any more - at least for awhile. Is that enough? 'Cause I'm really not supposed to get involved...
MMG: I suppose that'll have to be enough, Son. You've got to do what your Father says, even if I disagree with it.
JC: MOM! When did you ever disagree with Dad?!
MMG: Well, I'm only human, Son. Just because I know not to argue with Him, doesn't mean I always understand.
JC: Well then... good. I'm glad you... respect... where I'm coming from.
MMG: Of course, Son.
JC: Good.
MMG: <pauses> Now, about those Angels...
JC: MOM!