I believe that we, the basketball faithful, speak in tongues: the red, wagging tongue of Michael Jordan and the red, wagging tongues of our unlaced Chuck Taylors.
I believe that Larry Bird's crooked right index finger—which he raised in triumph before his winning shot fell in the 1988 All-Star weekend three-point contest—resembles, almost exactly, God's crooked right index finger, as depicted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
Which would make sense, if God made man in His image. For I believe, above all, in what G.K. Chesterton wrote, and what Rick Telander echoed in the title of a book: Earth is a task garden. But heaven is a playground.