From the
book, The Color of
Water, James McBride describes one particular person in the pews of a church service, "They were mostly women, big mamas whom I knew and loved, but when the good Lord climbed into their bones and lifted them up toward Sweet Liberty, kind, gentle women (
holly rollers) who mussed my hair and kissed me on the cheek and gave me dimes would burst out of their seats
like Pitssburgh Steeler linebackers. "Oh yessss!" they'd cry."
For those who know a little about basketball, it's embarrassing when a defender falls for a fake. They jump needlessly, and give a wide open lane or shot to the opposing offense.
"Bubba, was that
your mom last Sunday in the aisle?"
"Yeah, she can be some what of a holy roller."