An old wizard, a spunky young lady, and some guy walk into a bar…
…after spending all day in the QBs’ room studying the offense for the upcoming season. The old wizard broke the ice. “I’m… not sure they know anything about offense. Or maybe they think we’re idiots. Or maybe they think those receivers are actually good.”
“Hey, we’ve got that scary dude, he’s pretty damn good.” The spunky young lady countered.
“Yeah, we got a scary fella.” The old wizard tipped his beer toward the spunky young lady. “Yeah, we got a scary fella. I don’t think we got two or three scary fellas.”
“We have that quick cat. I played with him for Coach when we were down south. He’s versatile. He’s a good two.” The guy suggested with a shrug.
“By ‘cat’, you mean ‘pussy’, right?” The old wizard asked, frowning and annoyed. “I’d love to take your word for it, but how long does a groin take? Christ, when I was his age, I broke ribs and bruised both of my fuckin’ lungs in the first preseason game and was BACK FOR THE THIRD PRESEASON GAME! He’s been dragging this groin for how many months?” The old wizard was communicating with a mixture of shouting and hissing at this point. He slammed his beer on the table.
“Well, what about the back? He had a great rookie year. Probably gonna be even better this year” The guy pushed back, intent on gaining persuasive ground. “He runs routes too.”
“Can’t hold onto the ball.” The old wizard replied, rubbing his eyes. He continued with a newfound calmness, “just you watch, he’s not gonna last. But, I don’t really care. I’m just here for the money. Just one season, then it’s someone else’s team. And I doubt it’s one of you next in line. Why are you here?” He nodded toward the guy.
The guy smugly answered. “I know the offense.”
“Oh, you know the offense. My fuckin’ third grader knows the offense. Every team we’re gonna play knows this fuckin’ offense. Whoop-de-fuckin-doo, you know the offense. Who doesn’t know the offense? Why are YOU here?” The old wizard turned his attention to the spunky young lady. He raised his eyebrows and backed up a dump truck of condescension. “Beeeeeeee honest!”
The spunky young lady opened his mouth to speak and quickly thought better of it. He looked around the table, to the old wizard, to the guy, and collected his thoughts. He sighed. “Because of the plague.” The spunky young lady conceded.
“Because. Of. The. Plague.” The old wizard repeated cruelly.
“Yeah, but I made the most of it. That’s why I’m still here.” The spunky young lady shot back with that trademark spunk. “But, I still want to play. I want to start. I want to win.”
“That winning shit’s for chumps, kid. Last year when I was kickin’ it with the fish, those motherfuckers actually wanted to lose. I mean, not the guys, sure, we played to win. But the owner TOLD the coach to lose. The owner bought a huge stake in some gambling operation and that’s why he told coach to lose. Or maybe it was just to get a high pick. Shit, maybe Coach just said that for motivation, I don’t know, it doesn’t matter, I knew I was out after the season. Get that money. Get that money. But, fuck that winning. You aren’t gonna see much of that here. Just ask this guy, he knows the offense!” The old wizard pointed finger guns at the guy. “Fuck that winning.”