TRESSEL: Repercussions of Evil
Jim Tressel waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were Wolverines in the stadium. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Mark Dantonio were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Jim was a football corch for thirty years. When he was young he watched the football games and he said to dad "I want to be on the field daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY WOLVERINES"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in Michigan Stadium he knew there were Wolverines.
"This is Dantonio" the headphones crackered. "You must fight the Wolverines!"
So Jim gotted his Pryor and blew up the line.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the Wolverines
"I will armpunt" said Tate Forcier and he fired the ball. Jim ran, ran, pass, punted at him and tried to blew him up. But then the rain fell and they were trapped and not able to run.
"No! I must kill the Wolverines" he shouted
The headphones said "No, Jim. You are the Wolverines"
And then Jim was a zombie.
November 17th, 2009 at 12:06 AM ^
filled with win.
November 17th, 2009 at 12:15 AM ^
Which makes me wonder: What's wrong with me?
November 17th, 2009 at 2:49 PM ^
beautiful
November 19th, 2009 at 4:38 PM ^
+40 Years,
The Prior and his partner shared the underpass with refugees and their meager beans with rodents. "I say, J-Bo, I has chill in my bones, wouldn't you snuggle me under the buckeye flag like is your wont?"
J-Bo, from his faded Ginger Spice rucksack produced a bedraggled thang, scarlett gone pink with too many seasons and ammonia scented besides, then encircled the Prior in two arms like treetrunks made of finest fatback. "The cold make me think of Wolverines."
The Prior shuddered. A payload of waste whistled its way North to the Concavity, but both men, the withered and the corpulent alike heard nothing but ghostly curses, a hun'red thousand of them, and the slavering of The Beast.
The Prior pulled the sorry rag up to expose the stump. "J-Bo, I say that it's the cold true, but its not a day passes when I regret not murdering the Wolverine that tooked my leg."
J-Bo had a donut, his last donut. This night he shared it with the Prior.
November 19th, 2009 at 4:39 PM ^
That was extraordinary. Thank you.
November 19th, 2009 at 5:13 PM ^
and thank you for the thread. This is so much more fun than the 1000th post about what is or is not acceptable, or which journalist may or may not have killed a hooker. Or whatever.