Football's Walkie

A Story by Abishai100

A half-magic tale of football spirits inspired by our Homeland 'fascination' with competition, superstition, charm, family-values, risk, and of course...dye.

A competition culture superstition yarn drawn (very loosely) from the media-glitter 'consciousness' thematics from the American football gem Any Given Sunday (Oliver Stone), which I think you'll like,

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Amlan Satan had become quite the social media culture handshake man for his icy-cool New York state football play/fanfare for journals, a pronounced team-marshal (QB) and nerdist of strategy for offense-defense balances in straight-lines of competitive orchestration (sure). He always wore eyeglasses but contacts while playing, and he bought his son (Damian) a football video-game for Xmas on Buffalo-season of social media commentary of sportsmanship synthetics in modern America.

DAMIAN: Bills-Rams (again).

SATAN: Well, it's a rather un-pronounced rivalry, since the Rams have other teams for Western-chess.

DAMIAN: You like Bills team play and the Rams are very wild and crazy, daddy.

SATAN: You said it; this is the right handshake-tone for recreating the 'ghost-magic' of sports.

Something very strange happened. That Buffalo football season, with Xmas in the loom and lyrics, Amlan Satan began to notice his synthetic recreations of football play on his son's video-game system was nearly-mirroring actual pro-football level games in stadiums and in real American towns/cities. Well, he wondered if this 'ghost-magic' of prediction-sports would heighten his own team's QB-strategy for clarity or even humility, and he'd cast some line of thought for Selfie-mechanics and sportsmanship-commentary.

SATAN: Am I become an 'angel' of Homeland football/media superstitions, for New York nets?

This newfound 'gift' he acquired he most certainly wanted to use properly and responsibly. He thought to apply his 'early-edition premonition' power(s) simply (and only) to cast special strategy forethought imagery for his own team's marshaling to undeniable strength and honor (sure). What would he tell Damian?

DAMIAN: You made it to the conference championship, daddy!

SATAN: Next Xmas (Buffalo), we'll get champagne/wings...and a mommy for you.

DAMIAN: The land of light, man.

SATAN: Photo-synthesis (thanx).

Years later, with Amlan Satan grown older, he'd see his son (Damian) get accepted into a very nice New York football-program school where he might stand-out as a QB, with hard-earned intuition and prodigy-like shrewdness inherited from his daddy (Amlan). Amlan never disclosed that 'secret-premonition' power he found with video-game imagery (for bureaucracy-reading), and he considered that as he got older (in New York), he considered his Selfie-beard something of a 'cool'...descent.