No Saints for Me

I am married to the most curious man on earth. The internet, Chat GPT, Siri, they were all made for him. If he wonders about anything he looks it up. We call out iPhones the answer machines.

Sometimes what he wonders about is completely nonsensical. When I got home from teaching tonight he was curious if there was a patron saint of games? Since we are not Catholic it was the first time I have ever heard him wonder about a patron saint Of any kind.

Once he asked the question out loud, I wanted to know the answer. Siri came back and said that the patron saint of athletes was saint Sebastian, and therefore he covered sporting games.

I immediately said that athletes are not the same as the games I played. There is nothing athletic about me. So Russ asked if there was a patron saint of gamblers. That seemed like the right direction.

Alas, there was patron saint of gamblers according to Chat GPT. What? Of all the people who need a saint, it’s gamblers.

So now I want to know how one goes about requesting a saint cover your area of interest? I would be happy to teach a bunch of nuns how to play mah Jongg and see if one of them would take us on.

Perhaps it’s time for Jews to start being saints for particularly Jewish things. Mah Jongg and Bagels could be a good place to start.

Certainly there are no Presbyterians who are going to ascribe to the whole saint thing. So I can’t offer any help there.

I guess it’s good for my business that there isn’t a saint. No one is going to be able to pray to someone to make them a better player. People are just going to have to take matters into their own hands and take more classes.