MIKE LEACH'S INNER MONOLOGUE, SOMETIME SATURDAY NIGHT
Norman, Oklahoma. Saturday night.
Geronimo knew the odds. Imagine him riding across that dusty plain. What did he eat? Probably things he hunted along the way and plants. Did you know that they ate a 35% meat and 65% vegetable diet? At one point there were more anthropologists living with the Apache than there were Apache. There must have been a lot of bored anthropology professors back at Columbia then.
Call? You want a call? Oh, I dunno, how about Z-Right Go Streaks Ace? Whatever. Try that.
[Pass is batted down on fourth down. Oklahoma goes sixty yards in three plays for a TD like this:]
Well, there you go. Y'all are too geeked up. I've been thinking a lot about colonial Bombay lately. You know they had a thieves union there? The land had to be dredged up from the harbor using these little three-pronged concrete thingies, and that's how they made the city bigger. Terrible problem they have with the Parsi towers of silence. Dropping bits of dead people into the water supply, had to move 'em. It's a fascinating city. Some of the highest real estate prices in the world.
Again? Okay, how about Elf-eighty alpha split middle? See what that does.
[Graham Harrell is sacked, broken in half, and crawls over to Leach trailing his innards.]
Hey, heckuva problem you got there. You look like Bishop in Aliens when he gets cut in half. Looks like lasagna trailing out his torso and everything. Too geeked up. That's your problem. You know the erotic artist H.R. Giger? You should. He's disturbing. And erotic. It's a helluva combination. He's Swiss. You know they can take most of their population underground in event of nuclear war, right? Who wouldn't know that? Pretty handy thing they've got built up there.
[Defense is slaughtered and sold for meat on the open market as "stew meat." Pants are stolen.]
Well, that happens sometimes. Adversity's a funny thing. Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes the bear steals your car and your identity, and pretty soon you're the bear, and you get to go around scratching your back on trees and stealing people's cars. Didja know bears feel shame, but not guilt? They're funny that way. Someone help Graham find his legs.
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What? No musing over how Nietszche would view the game in terms of Hegelian dialectic?
by yoyofutbawl on Nov 24, 2008 2:06 PM EST reply actions
Yoyo, this is just what he was saying out loud, mind you.
by Orson Swindle on Nov 24, 2008 2:08 PM EST reply actions
Didja know bears feel shame, but not guilt?
So Rich Rodriguez is a bear?
by MaconDawg on Nov 24, 2008 2:17 PM EST reply actions
Does he still have Kliff Kingsbury on that quest for the Sultan’s Scepter?
by ChasingMizzou on Nov 24, 2008 2:19 PM EST reply actions
I wouldn’t know who H.R. Giger is if it weren’t for the Dead Kennedys.
by poguemahone on Nov 24, 2008 2:24 PM EST reply actions
But if he says it out loud is it still an inner monologue?
by Nutter on Nov 24, 2008 2:28 PM EST reply actions
Sounds more like Orson ghostwriting Tom Robbins ghostwriting Mike Leach’s inner monologue.
by Geori on Nov 24, 2008 2:44 PM EST reply actions
Thanks, O. Truly, we mere mortals can only be philosophical about Cap’n ARRRRR’s unspoken inner struggle.
Unilke The Orgeron, who would have reacted by running out on the field late in the secoind quarter and eviscerating Sam Bradford.
by yoyofutbawl on Nov 24, 2008 3:06 PM EST reply actions
Nicely done, O. You’ve obviously got a bit of the Captain, er… Pirate in you…
by sb on Nov 24, 2008 5:06 PM EST reply actions
huh. I watched Aliens the night before TT – OU.
Coincidence? Yeah probably.
by Simmo on Nov 24, 2008 5:49 PM EST reply actions
I live in Bombay. It is indeed a fascinating city, contrasts opulence with privation quite nicely.
by SirGinho216 on Nov 25, 2008 7:52 AM EST reply actions

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