Spiced Tea.

Good afternoon!
As you know buses are usually decorated in some way or another. On the inside, they are (typically) adorned with the names of the driver's children and/or spouse, a couple of photographs of Jesus and Mary (perhaps even a saint or two), a large handful of memorial cards, and often, more than a few posters of the driver's football team of choice. In my experience, bus drivers have a tendency to be Manchester United fans.

You see, the bus I managed to catch twice today had a rather large poster with "Glory Glory Manchester United" on it, another of Rooney, and a framed picture of Jesus.

I'm vaguely aware than Man Utd lost a game last weekend (was it even last weekend?) and thought for a minute that the bus driver must be a wee bit embarrassed that he's expressing his fandom for a team that so recently lost. That thought was taken hostage by memories of staunch Man U fans who, even after a pathetic failure of a game, remain loyal and though they're less loud about the match they lost, they bring up their history and what not.

So, I figured that even though his team are going through a rough patch, my bus driver was still proud of his allegiance to the team. He had declared it and he is not ashamed, now or ever.

Don't you think that's how we should be? Is our faith something to be embarrassed about just because our generation thinks it is? I'm sure the Chelsea fans rubbed the loss in the faces of Manchester United fans. Should we back down? Should we be ashamed? We've proclaimed it, it is no secret, so why do we shy away from it when "face-rubbing" situations present themselves?

My point is, our openness shouldn't depend on whether our "team" is winning or losing. Let's take a pinch of the passion football fans have.