What Sports Illustrate
Anthony Esolen on the Obvious Truth About Young Men & Religion
A few years ago, when I was traveling with my family through Italy, we stopped in the Calabrian town where my grandfather was born. There something happened—a trivial incident—that I return to whenever I wish to appreciate anew the wisdom of the Creator, who in his exuberant comedy created us male and female.
We were in my cousin Francesco's shop when his young son came racing home from school. He stayed only long enough to let his father know he was off to the church, and before his father could reply, the door had swung shut. "The church?" I asked Francesco. "It's Wednesday afternoon. Why is he going to the church?"
"Oh, these priests are shrewd," he said. "They bring the altar boys in for practice, and then they let them use the game room they have in back. There's . . .