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“Devout Catholics” and Arrowhead Stadium as heaven and hell

December 22, 2021 by jimmycsays

Well, we lost another “devout Catholic” the other day. And this one happened to be one I knew from my long stand at The Star.

Baseball writer Sid Bordman died Monday at age 98. The Star gave him a good send-off, talking about his 35 years with The Star and an additional 18 as sports information director at Rockhurst University.

The line in the story that really got my attention, though was this: “Bordman was a convert to Catholicism and was baptized at St. Vincent’s in 1950. He was a devout Catholic who never missed Mass, even when he was on the road covering baseball.”

Now, for the benefit of non-Catholics, the chief criterion for qualifying as a “devout Catholic” is attending Sunday Mass regularly. If you only go to Mass when it’s convenient, you can’t wear the mantle, and you can’t claim it in your obit.

At one time, I probably qualified as a devout Catholic because I attended Mass regularly and volunteered for committees and various tasks at the churches I belonged to. But I jumped ship and joined the alienated ranks mainly because of the priest sex-abuse scandal. The clincher was when former Kansas City-St. Joseph Bishop Robert Finn was convicted of covering up the deeds of a parish priest who was taking “upskirt” photos of girls at the parish school.

(You will find it interesting that before he became police chief, Rick Smith, then a colonel and a member of the diocesan review board, was asked, unofficially, by a diocesan official if the photos constituted child pornography. Smith’s answer: Maybe but probably not. Based on that, the diocesan official did not take the matter to the police department.)

Well before Finn’s conviction I had become disillusioned with the all-male hierarchy and with the priest being “king of the flock,” with little room for dissent among members of any particular congregation.

For the last 15 years or so I’ve been a Protestant, and I’m now a member of Country Club Christian Church (call for tee times) on Ward Parkway.

But I’m still kind of obsessed with this idea of an exclusive club of “devout Catholics.”

What is the deal with them? What’s the long-term play?

After thinking about it, I reasoned that if one’s lifetime goal is to acquire the title of devout Catholic, his or her longer-term goal must be to go straight to heaven and be assured of ready access to God and super humans like Joseph and Mary, Mother Teresa and Abe Lincoln.

Then I started wondering if there’s any here-on-earth corollary to heaven and hell. And while taking a walk today it occurred to me that Arrowhead Stadium, with all its bowls and bowels, is probably the best parallel.

Going back to those devout Catholics, where would they found in the afterlife, with Arrowhead as our model?

Why, the Club Level, of course!

For the privilege of paying $300 to $500 a ticket, those folks can quickly move to warmer areas on cold days, they don’t have to stand and crane their necks to see the playing field, and they can catch occasional glimpses of Kansas City celebrities. Plus, they never get rained on…Yes, I do believe, “devout Catholics” must have their own Club Level in heaven.

Next we move to Arrowhead’s lower level — the second best place to watch a Chiefs’ game. I think its heavenly equivalent would be the area where non-devout Catholics end up, as well as Protestants and other people who lived pretty good lives, by which I mean they didn’t lie a lot and treated their fellow man (and woman) with kindness and compassion. In heaven’s lower bowl, life is good…just not as good as on the gold level.

That brings us to purgatory, where the majority of us, according to Catholic teaching, will have to do some time before gaining access to heaven. The Arrowhead equivalent of purgatory is those wide sidewalks that corkscrew up to the stadium’s various levels. Doing time in purgatory, I suspect, is like being assigned to plod up and down, for who knows how long, those circular paths and not being allowed to go to your seats until finally being summoned.

…Well, I hate to bring it up, but we’ve now covered all the levels but one.

Arrowhead’s got that unspeakable place, too.

It’s the main concourse at the top of the lower bowl. It wasn’t always akin to damnation, because it used to be big and wide and friendly to navigate. But then came the $375 million renovation about a dozen years ago, and the concourse was significantly reduced to make way for expanded concession and seating areas. Now, the main concourse is a hell hole, a place where you’re embedded in a stinking, teeming flow of humanity, where beer is being sloshed on you and you’re stuck in a veritable bumper car arcade.

Imagine Game Day going on forever and being consigned to the concourse, without recourse. Never to get to your seat, never to see the field…Verily, I tell thee, you have found your way to the devil’s door.

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Just one more thing before we leave the heights and depths of Arrowhead and visions of eternity:

I’m looking for two seats on the Club Level for Sunday’s game with the Steelers.

Heaven, the real one, can wait.

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  1. on December 22, 2021 at 11:06 pm JH

    You forgot about Limbo!!


    • on December 23, 2021 at 8:25 am jimmycsays

      Well, tarnation! (Don’t want to swear since we’re talking heaven and hell here, but you’re absolutely right, JH.)

      I really can’t think of an Arrowhead parallel for Limbo, but we all know what Limbo is these days…“Please continue to hold as our options have changed.”


  2. on December 23, 2021 at 4:20 am John Blakeney

    I enjoyed reading your blog. Seems like you aren’t writing as frequently as in the past. Accurate? Keep writing as you know “what you don’t use, you lose!”

    What really shocked me in the whole blog was you asking for tickets. Are you serious? I remember how in the past you were so against the NFL and most anyone who put on a helmet…for 6 to 60.

    Merry Christmas to you and Patty. Happy New Year 2022. Is 2022 the year the new airport will be finished?


    • on December 23, 2021 at 8:35 am jimmycsays

      Good to hear from you, John. How’s Florida?

      About that reversal of form…Have you heard about “Mahomes Magic” here is KC? Well, I slowly — and quietly — caved on my football swear-off during the Super Bowl LIV season. Now, Charlie is in town and he’d like to go to a game. Independently, before he arrived, we both started checking ticket availability and prices. That Mahomes Magic is expensive: up to $500 each for Club Level tickets! (This isn’t like the 70s and 80s, when you could go out there, hold up a couple of fingers and buy tickets on the curb for $15 or $20.)


  3. on December 23, 2021 at 8:19 am Sally Frederick

    😇 Enjoyed this new theology.


    • on December 23, 2021 at 8:37 am jimmycsays

      Thank you, Sally. If it proves popular, I’ll publish my own Catechism.


  4. on December 23, 2021 at 9:38 am John Altevogt

    Two tickets to the Club Level? Good to know I have at least one rich friend.


    • on December 23, 2021 at 10:10 am jimmycsays

      I didn’t say how much I was willing to pay; I just said I’m looking for two tickets…Sometimes real estate agents come across perks like that.


      • on December 23, 2021 at 11:17 am jimmycsays

        I just got out of the ticket market…A “family meeting” took place, and the reluctant decision (for me and Charlie, anyway) was to stay home and watch on TV…I don’t know how the Chiefs are going to move the ball anyway, with Kelce and Hill out.


  5. on December 23, 2021 at 9:51 am Midtown_Browne

    I don’t think anyone has used devout with my name in an “official” scorecard, I’m sure St. Peter would put me in the corkscrew sidewalk or lower bowl concourse. But as an Irish catholic I’m devout in attending my parish – Kelly’s Westport Inn….


    • on December 23, 2021 at 10:15 am jimmycsays

      I suspect you’ve done a few Midnight Masses, Midtown…You might get to that Club Level.

      By the way, we both know of at least two contractors who are trying to build their way there — Huber and Straub.


      • on December 23, 2021 at 10:35 am Midtown_Browne

        Yes indeed, I resemble that contractor comment. To paraphrase an old gospel hymn, we can all be found in the pew singing “Jesus and the Bottom Line”…


  6. on December 23, 2021 at 10:53 am jimmycsays

    One of the slickest contractor-church deals I ever saw was back in the 80s, when Ernie Straub (rest his soul), a member of Visitation, snapped up a large piece of ground on the northeast corner of 51st Terrace and Main, right across 51st Terrace from the church. In short order, Ernie sold the land to the church at a nice profit, and the church converted it to a much-needed parking lot. The man had vision, and in the pews he always held hands with his girlfriend.


    • on December 23, 2021 at 10:59 am Midtown_Browne

      My favorite businessman/contractor story is Mr. Bogartus in “The Bells of Saint Mary’s.” Sister Ingrid Bergman sure knew how to sweet talk him out of a building!


      • on December 23, 2021 at 11:13 am jimmycsays

        What a heavenly being Sister Ingrid was.


  7. on December 23, 2021 at 10:43 pm Thomas R. Shrout Jr.

    I look for the obit that reads; “Mr. Fitzpatrick was a cafeteria Catholic” when he died, and a member of Country Club Christian Church.


    • on December 24, 2021 at 8:01 am jimmycsays

      I expect the first phrase to be omitted and the second to be in, Tom…Merry Christmas to you and Debra.


  8. on December 24, 2021 at 10:17 am Vern Barnet

    A lovely and relevant and short update to Dante’s Divina Commedia, with its various circles of merit — and in pretty accessible English, too.


    • on December 24, 2021 at 10:38 am jimmycsays

      Thanks, Vern. Merry Christmas!



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