Greetings, my fellow port swillers! And a blessed Easter to you all – He has risen, indeed!
I would wax more about the Resurrection here, except that it is late and I would not do it justice. Suffice to say for the moment that ol’ Robbo had a very…substantive Lent and a pretty, well, satisfying Triduum. Also, the God-awful nooz of the last few weeks reminds me again of a famous quote from Francis, Cardinal George a couple years ago that has been partially reposted much lately:
“I expect to die in bed, my successor will die in prison and his successor will die a martyr in the public square.”
Indeed, it certainly seems more and more likely, given the temporary power surge of what I have come to call the Hipster Brownshirts. But mark the rest of the quote:
“His successor will pick up the shards of a ruined society and slowly help rebuild civilization as the church has done so often in human history.”
Yeppers. In hoc signo vinces!
Anyhoo, more on all that later. In the meantime, even though Robbo’s beloved Nats dropped their season opener this afternoon, I can’t help but celebrating Opening Day of the single most perfect game in the history of the world with what is now a classic tribute:
Enjoy! And play ball!