In which the Meridian explores an intersection between theology, basketball and mythical creatures

In a post of mine earlier today, I wrote, in reference to the esteemed blogger responsible for Bittersweet Life,

Ariel's current topic is called "And How Do You Spell 'Humility'?" Since Ariel is an avid Kansas Jayhawks' basketball fan, I suspect that he occasionally has troubles maintaining a humble heart, though I also suspect the upcoming Big XII season will help a bit with that little dilemma, at least for this year.

I'm rather new to trash-talking about basketball, but in view of the fact that more than a few people who profess to know about these things hold Texas in high regard at the start of this season, there's no better time to work on my mad smack-talking skills.

So: the above. Just a gentle elbow in the defender's ribs as I drive toward a verbal slam dunk. But Ariel responds in kind in the comments--which, recall, appear in a response to a post on HUMILITY:

Now about the Jayhawks. Apparently no one has told you yet that they are God's team? (his italics, I hasten to add)

Ariel, Ariel. I fear I must take you to school. The Jayhawks are named for a creature that does not exist. A false being. (The curious should go here (see definition #2) for a picture of what a Jayhawk might look like, if it (ever) existed). It would seem to me that God, being God, would utterly refuse to support belief in false beings--or, for that matter, in sports teams who adopt false beings as their mascots.

But, as I ponder this more . . . I fear that perhaps Ariel might make the claim that the absence of a fossil record proves the Jayhawks are a product of Intelligent Design, created ex nihilo, and "Rock, chalk, Jayhawk" a kind of prayer language that only the chanters and God can understand the full meaning of.

No wonder people laugh at this state.