You swing behind yourself blindly, anticipating a screw-volleyball.
"STEEEEEEERIKE 1, YOU'RE OUTTA THERE!" yells the ref, as a hackeysack leisurely arcs over you. You can't believe it. You could've sworn...
"It's all right, Jenkins," comes the comforting voice of Coach Phil Jackson into your mind, as the Butterpops run onto the field, celebrating their victory. "It's okay. Everything's gonna be just fine..." Then you realize that Animal Control has pulled up and they've already got their tranquilizers trained on you. PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW. "They're gonna take care of you, Jenkins... there won't be any pain. It'll be just like going to sleep..." His voice fades as you slip out of consciousness. It's all right, Jenkins. It's just a game. Just an innocent little game of Sportsball.
"It's all right, Jenkins," comes the comforting voice of Coach Phil Jackson into your mind, as the Butterpops run onto the field, celebrating their victory. "It's okay. Everything's gonna be just fine..." Then you realize that Animal Control has pulled up and they've already got their tranquilizers trained on you. PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW. "They're gonna take care of you, Jenkins... there won't be any pain. It'll be just like going to sleep..." His voice fades as you slip out of consciousness. It's all right, Jenkins. It's just a game. Just an innocent little game of Sportsball.
The end.
posted by HLR | October 17, 2017
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