The Grand Intiative Will Do Away With This Swivet
Monday, May 11th, 2009
Swivet!
The turmoils of Cincinnatus are more numberous than The Cincinnatus Turmoils of Earlier Description. Indeed, these blights surpass the blights I was told to expect. Receivering men: tattered and bedeviled. Fellow quartered backs: possessing misshapen genitalia. Ownership: possibly voided entrails.
There are worse horrors still but I would fain not give utterance to them. Do not make me tell. Rest assured, the haymakers were barely enough to repel the hard-charging beasts. Look upon my face. Do you not see where it has been abrasied? Let that be story enough.
Fie!
Fine. Let me explain. Word was sent through postal dog to management that I did care for the unbecoming character of those with which I am aligned on this squad. Postal dog returnt a week later a limb lesser. This I tumbled as a presage of foul things in wait. Yes, there transpired several foul deeds enacted upon my person, often thrice in a row; five times if the perpetrators imbibet liquors of brownist tint, but the true terror never darkened my door. Quixotic was the word used by a man of proper book-learnting.
Instead, in the weeks since I have found the ownership most amenable to the demands of competition. Lofty words were spake. A grand initiative introducet. There, told to me through midway through a night of drink, is their solution.
First step is to for once have a draft class that does not elicit laughter from even the low-born blind syphilitic drunk gypsies. This they did.
And then:an elder safety is signt!
He is learned in the ways of the horse-led collar tackle. As I ambled in the direction of my bivouac, I asked him: in which ways would he apply this technique to yon ballcarrier, but by then I had already ventured past the expanse of his coverage area. This strikes me as a deficiency. But a friendly disposition nonetheless!
A Caucasiodal running back is acquiret through trade!

Finally a like-colored hand in the backfield that I know will take the ball with a hand that not recently ago held a shiv. This is no slight upon the Dark Man of Africa, but Gentleman Frank Gore once visited this very act on my non-throwing appendage and it predisposed me to distrust the race of Afromen. Perhaps one day this trust will be restoret, but doubt prevails.
The Scourge of Afromen aside, will these minor transactions suffice to build a great Bengal footballing empire? The vainglory swelling inside indicates yes. But it is wrong, in the main. I should endeavor to find out what the learnt man meant by quixotic. I feel this holds the key from turning vainglory into actual glory.










