Cadence Ventriloquism and My Unsportsmanlike Conduct
Today I found myself reminiscing about my favorite football move from my glory days as defensive lineman number 31 for the Aurora Shamrocks.
We were scrimmaging against the Shamrock Junior A's, year-older monsters. The offensive lineman started talking smack and pissing me off. Being half the size, it wasn't an fair match-up, so I couldn't get even by knocking him on his keister. So, I decided to do launch a psi-op maneuver from my intel on the pattern of their quarterback's "Blue 42, Blue 42."
"Hut 3!" I interrupted their QB's squawking. The linemen lumbered over the line of scrimmage before the hike. "Excellent," I grinned. Offsides! A whistle.
"Yellow 23!" Again the suckers fell for it. This time, the Junior A's were confused and angry at losing another down and more territory, but cluelessly suspected their own. "Who said that!?"
(Cue to inspirational sports movie music, cut to quote from "Art of War.")
We were scrimmaging against the Shamrock Junior A's, year-older monsters. The offensive lineman started talking smack and pissing me off. Being half the size, it wasn't an fair match-up, so I couldn't get even by knocking him on his keister. So, I decided to do launch a psi-op maneuver from my intel on the pattern of their quarterback's "Blue 42, Blue 42."
"Hut 3!" I interrupted their QB's squawking. The linemen lumbered over the line of scrimmage before the hike. "Excellent," I grinned. Offsides! A whistle.
"Yellow 23!" Again the suckers fell for it. This time, the Junior A's were confused and angry at losing another down and more territory, but cluelessly suspected their own. "Who said that!?"
(Cue to inspirational sports movie music, cut to quote from "Art of War.")
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