Boston Wolverine: Coach's 13

Coach/idealist narrates his Earthling (American) portrait of junior-athletics guidance/coaching and move to social kites of justified margins.

A football activity/coaching fable, for your Autumn-'25 season. Thanks for reading (enjoy!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of sports fiction offers no commercial /explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I began my career as a writer, but then I remembered my days of competitive athletics activity in New England and then thought about applying my college-memory to some educational arm and took an offer to serve as a Boston-town junior-football league coach, guiding the struggling (but secretly talented) Wolverine-team to a potential championship quest weighted to bring out some town-cheers of 'need' in a post-9/11 American Homeland of 'troubles'-transcendence spiritualism for Selfie-culture pillows smiles of modern TV/Internet 'ethos' of shared activity kinesthesia (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

"Of course, I explained to my junior helmet-wearers that I'd been a lifelong Eagles fan and synthesized Eagles 'things' on video-game systems and in tourneys too before moving back to New England to become their Boston-town offense/defense guru for championship-quest spirit/spirits (ok). A new transfer, a tougher bigger tight-end position dreaming junior-athlete, Kirby, had moved into our area and wanted me to 'assimilate' him into my promising Wolverine-force of New England (ok). Kirby had 'troubles' of the heart, expressing angst like a bully of sorts and confiding in me his move with his divorced mom post-discovery of his dad's nefarious underworld ties to international narcotics 'politics' wave (for leviathan/uncertainty). I suddenly felt like Kirby's father (Selfie-like), which is precisely what his mother (Elaine) wanted me to think/feel/believe (ok)."

ELAINE: Are you my lucky-13, mister?

ME: Hey, I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic, ex-writer, now-coach, ha.

ELAINE: Kirby's Hell.

ME: He's got great talent for tight-end reliabilities we need to streak this year!

ELAINE: Really?

ME: He dotes on you...and he's (grudgingly) learning to appreciate my words.

ELAINE: He wants to be a bully-inside, because he's not forgotten dark-dad, ok?

ME: Hey, my Wolverine-force 'agenda' here's to guide Kirby...and woo you, lady.

ELAINE: We'll see if you've got such New England 'know' (Facebook-like).

ME: Of course (for doubt).

"Would you believe/think my Wolverine-force of New England shined brightly that season/year I began coaching for pay on Earth? Yes, Kirby was that magic-ingredient, helping us sew-together our good talent in QB and receiver and cornerback position(s) to assemble a handsome 'upstart' team that made it all the way to the Semi-Finals of the tourney (ok). I took Kirby to a fast chicken early-supper following one practice before our big showdown with rival Ravens to get to the champions-level; and I told Kirby, 'I've fallen for resurrection...and your mom's knucklebones-faith (for doubt)'. As a teacher, coach, American, chicken-lover, and football 'dude' of Earth, I smiled when my troubled junior-athlete 'ward' smiled (in spirits)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)