It was widely reported  last fall that a group run by the Vatican's Conference of  Bishops has purchased a controlling stake in the AC Ancona  Italian Third Division soccer club. 
 The group's president was quoted as saying "it is a way to  moralize football, to bring some ethics to a sector that is  going through a deep crisis of values." Players who get red  cards will have to do penance through voluntary work, and  fans cannot bait opposing teams. 
 The jury is still out, but some players have reported a  newfound flexibility with a patented genuflection exercise  imparted by their coach, and a feeling of liberation about  taking to the pitch with their sins forgiven. Signals from  the bench are also conveyed in Latin, in Gregorian Chant,  which has ensured strategies are not picked up by the  opposition. 
 While it met with some initial skepticism, the move now  seems prescient in light of British authorities' recent  decision to bring rape charges against players and fraud  charges against executives. 
 And now it appears the wave may be washing against North  American shores. Grub Street has heard from several sources,  none of whom wished to be publicly identified, that a group  of Tibetan Buddhist businesspeople is in the final stages of  negotiations to buy the Atlanta Falcons football team. The  team would be renamed the "Georgia Peaches" (in a nod to  local fealties), but would wear uniforms in the traditional  Tibetan saffron hue (it is unclear whether cleated sandals  will become part of the uniform). Their home field, the  Georgia Dome, will be renamed the Georgia Ome. ("We've never  really had that much 'D' anyway" said soon-to-be outgoing  owner Arthur Blank). 
 "It's not really that much of a stretch" said one insider.  "The DL (we call him that when we talk sports) has said  "sports are among the skillful means which facilitate the  discovery of happiness". 
 But doesn't the DL's take on happiness also require inner  richness, a spiritual path, the experience of awakening,  yada, yada, yada, all of which is a little hard to develop  when you are experiencing a third-and-long situation on your  own 15 yard line? "Point taken" said the insider. "But we've  got an eternity and our aim is to transform the game. We  want it to be a beacon for the DL's view that 'the true  value of existence is revealed through compassion'. If it  takes a few decades with a losing record to show how  important it is, we're made of tough enough stuff to do it". 
 And what about baseball? With the shocking conclusions about  rampant steroid use having been unleashed in the recent  Mitchell report, talk has surfaced that reclusive granola  heiress Abbey Birkenstock may purchase the underperforming  Washington Nationals, and move them to Woodstock, New York -  yes, that Woodstock - where they would be known as the  "Woodstock Naturals" and train on a strict macrobiotic  100-mile diet. Another rumour has her acquiring the  Baltimore Orioles, leaving them in their home stadium at  Camden Yards, but renaming them the "Baltimore  Branbreakfasts" - so that every member of the lineup could  think of himself as a regular. 
 As for basketball, renowned pastor Jimmy Swaggart would only  say it "sounds intriguing" to hear his name put forward by a  group of born again fundamentalists who want to apply for a  new franchise based in Jacksonville, to be known as the  Jacksonville Jumpers. "Just think of it" mused Swaggart.  "'Jesus saves, but is called for goaltending, and the devil  will shoot two from the foul line'. Dancing in the stands to  rock and roll gospel music. Massive premiums on loaves and  fishes at the concession stands. A whole new way to do God's  work - and have some fun on the rebound". 
 And hockey? Well, no-one appears interested in paying any  money to buy a hockey team, but a group of cosmetic dentists  is said to be willing to take a team off someone's hands.  NHL president Gary Bettmann acknowledged there have been "a  few nibbles, but no bites"."
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