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The Flipper Bowl is the most outrageous church activity ever conceived by man. On one Saturday in January over 160 people gather from across the state of Mississippi, to participate in a glorified paper football tournament. The games are surrounded by a sea of events. It starts with a 5K run, then comes the tailgating party, and the parade (see the soon to be posted Flipper Bowl Part Two). Then the festivities turn in door to the punt, pass, and kick competitions (and yes, these contest are all conducted with paper footballs). Then comes the light show (created by our Bishop), filled with lasers, disco balls, digital displays, fog and of course music. Finally the games begin. This year I competed well and made it into the sweet sixteen (remember there were 160 players) before losing to the person who eventually lost to the winner of the tournament (I know, not really that impressive). The final game is held at the center of a 30 person stadium, with an additional 100 plus people watching the game via television transmission. At half time the under 8 championship was played. Finally the tournament was over. But the night had just began, bring on the Flipper Ball. (The recalled events of this day are not the ranting and ravings of a delusion person, nor of a man bored with work to the point of daydreaming. They are real events that occur once a year at a real place, at a real time and have not be exaggerate for the purposes of story telling what so ever.)
The Flipper Bowl is the most outrageous church activity ever conceived by man. On one Saturday in January over 160 people gather from across the state of Mississippi, to participate in a glorified paper football tournament. The games are surrounded by a sea of events. It starts with a 5K run, then comes the tailgating party, and the parade (see the soon to be posted Flipper Bowl Part Two). Then the festivities turn in door to the punt, pass, and kick competitions (and yes, these contest are all conducted with paper footballs). Then comes the light show (created by our Bishop), filled with lasers, disco balls, digital displays, fog and of course music. Finally the games begin. This year I competed well and made it into the sweet sixteen (remember there were 160 players) before losing to the person who eventually lost to the winner of the tournament (I know, not really that impressive). The final game is held at the center of a 30 person stadium, with an additional 100 plus people watching the game via television transmission. At half time the under 8 championship was played. Finally the tournament was over. But the night had just began, bring on the Flipper Ball. (The recalled events of this day are not the ranting and ravings of a delusion person, nor of a man bored with work to the point of daydreaming. They are real events that occur once a year at a real place, at a real time and have not be exaggerate for the purposes of story telling what so ever.)
