I actually quite enjoy it sometimes, especially when they get it wrong. I love for the hypocrites among us to expose themselves.
I’m in no way “a believer”, and in fact I have not read much of The Bible. However, when I was a boy I was raised in an Episcopalian household, by parents whose own parents were fairly religious and very familiar with Biblical teachings. And just before I quit it entirely, I was, in fact confirmed in the church. One of my favorite birthday gifts when I was young, in fact, was an illustrated Bible for Children. I read that book… ahem… religiously. So I am at least passing familiar with most of the grand sweeps of the novel and a lot of the plot and characters, even if I can’t name all of its chapters or quote more than a few lines from time to time. Thank God (so to speak) for online concordances to check chapter and verse and various translations.
So aside from the pure waste of time that most athletes, politicians and celebrities expend when they expound as they do from time to time (I’m thinking, “Yeah, yeah, god and all… great. But how did you think to throw ‘that curve ball’ to strike out the other team’s slugger in that crucial spot?”), it can be entertaining to see them misquote, misinterpret fairly obvious lessons, and engage in the hubris that others have cataloged above when they “praise God for this victory”. (I don’t think God is actually a fan of the New York Yankees, or the Red Sox, either, for that matter.)
That mostly reminds me of Mark Twain’s War Prayer. But we don’t actually see much of that in sports; not nearly as much as in politics.
On the other hand, many of them – celebrities and athletes, anyway – actually do get it right, and simply give thanks to their god – as they see it – for their ability to do what they like and to be able to do it at all, and never mind the pride they feel in having done it for human recognition and millions of dollars. That is, they attempt to downplay the pride that they might be filled with and deflect the praise for the achievement – again, as they see it – “upstairs, where it belongs”. Publicly, anyway.
Mostly it doesn’t bother me much.