The Prime Rib Theory

What does that even mean? Why would you name a blog that?

I will try to explain it as best I remember but Matt can fill in the blanks since he has a computer like memory.

There is a phase of life that many of us go through, it is often a sweet period filled with wild stories and lots of transformation, this is the college years. I still look back at my days in college with great fondness because of the great relationships that I formed and the stories that came along with them.

Matt and I were roommates with a group of other guys during college, throughout that period we had a few different guys come and go, but one thing was always the same, Matt and I shared a room. We did this because we were both cheap and well dirty, so it was a good fit. We had a makeshift closet also known as the floor, there resided most of our clothes, often clean and dirty (stop judging). We also had a sweet couch in our room that I think was also home to an ant coloney, looking back on all of this, it is amazing that both of our wives, who had been in this room before marrying us, were still willing to live the rest of their lives with us. Of course I would be remiss to not mention that in spite of the dirt and nastiness our place was one of great community and spiritual activity. All of this to say we were typical college guys, to us a luxury meal was grilling up some chicken on the George Foreman grill and then putting it on some 2 dollar Tony’s pizza. I think Matt still makes this dish till this day.

Well at one point we moved into a new house that we were renting from our buddy Mark. Matt had checked the mail and gotten one of those “welcome to the neighborhood” coupon books and was all excited about it. Most of the coupons were for like dry cleaning, or installation on blinds, a few were for restaurants in the area. One coupon stood out above the rest; free prime rib dinner, sure it was at a trashy casino, but we were college guys who only had good meat when our parents would take us out to dinner.

So Matt and I went to the dirty casino to claim our free prime rib dinner. Now this is not a Bellagio type casino, no sir. There was more smoke in the air than pollution in China. Women truck drivers with Jean Jackets and wine right out of the box. So we made our way over to the restaurant area, and took our seats. The waitress came by and we quickly ordered our two free prime rib dinners. We should have known how this meal was going to go when we noticed that the only other people in the restaurant were wearing flannel shirts (men and women).

Well our prime rib dinners came and immediately there was a look of disbelief on the face of both Matt and I. What was on our plate was some instant potatoes straight out of a military MRE, and a piece of meat that probably would not have been served even in third world Sudan. To this day I am still not sure if it was cow at all, but that is a different story. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to dig in. I cut a piece of prime rib and and took a bite. What went in my mouth can only be described as a rubbery substance that had been marinated in a salt cave, and then run over by a Semi truck for a couple of hours. It was a horrible concoction of gristle, fat, vein, and salty gym shoe. Truly I still remember the taste and smell right now as I type these words. But here is where the Prime Rib Theory comes in.

A horrendous look of disgust past over the look of both my face and Matt’s. Matt quickly pushed his plate away and boldy declared that was one of the worst things that has ever been served on the planet earth, and I concurred. But then something weird happened I took another bite, and then another, and another, until I had eaten the whole prime rib. Matt of course was stunned and gave me this look as I had just indulged in cannibalism. Of course he blurted out, “how can you eat that?” Well the truth is that I was strangely mesmerized by how awful this steak was, and was transfixed by the idea that it could not really be that bad. I had to keep eating it to be convinced that it was as bad as the previous bite told me it was, because deep down I just did not think prime rib could taste that bad. You see, there was this optimist in me, that was just soley committed to the the foundational truth, that the next bite could not be as bad as the last.

How far was I willing to take this theory? So far that after I finished my prime rib I proceeded to eat Matt’s. And truth be told every single bite was as bad as the one before, but something in my brain was unable to believe it, I had this unshakable conviction that it would get better or not be as bad as I thought is was.

That night at the trashy casino the Prime Rib Theory was born. This notion that it can’t get any worse, that even if something seems wretched and horrible, it HAS to get better, Right? Fundamentally, I am wired this way and the Prime Rib Theory is part of who I am. I will read a book that I know is terrible all the way through, just because I think it HAS to get better, or watch a stupid movie even though everything in me is saying turn it off. The reality is that all of us subscribe and live out the Prime Rib theory to some extent, we are creatures of hope. Part of being a Christian is living the Prime Rib theory, we hope and believe, that it (being life, this world or whatever) will get better, and that eventually we will take a bite of life and it will taste the way it is supposed to…



A Theory that Explains the Relationship

I will concede my ignorance that Obama wrote the Philadelphia speech on his own. Yet I still cannot shake the implications of his relationship with Rev. Wright.

Richard John Neuhaus writes about other implications of Obama’s speech that I had not considered.

The Strange Ways of Black Folk

At the end of the day I am befuddled at Obama’s relationship to with the Rev. It cannot be ignorance, Obama is way too smart. It cannot be calculated deception, he is too aware of the public eye. Actually I believe there is a theory that clearly explains why Obama would continue to have a relationship with Rev. Wright…

and that would be THE PRIME RIB THEORY.

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Ryan, care to explain…