You shouldn't only talk to God when you need a favor. Ask Jelly Roll.
By the same token, you shouldn't blame the Guy when things go wrong just because that's how you roll.
But when did soccer player Megan Rapinoe ever thank anyone for anything? Especially not America. So did God have the last laugh? Probably not. He's not that kind of a Guy.
It was just Karma kicking in on November 11 when, in her final game, playing in the NWSL championship, she was injured. And had to take a knee.
"I'm not a religious person or anything," she sputtered, "and if there was a god, (lower case) like, this is proof that there isn't. This is f***ed up. It's just f***ed up. Six minutes in and I eat my Achilles."
That sounds like someone Joe should give the Presidential Medal of Freeedom, the nation's highest civilian honor, to, doesn't it? After all, as Joe said when he placed the medal around her neck, "Megan is a champion for essential American truth that everyone is entitled to be treated with dignity and respect."
Everyone but God...and America.
Hang tough.