He lay in bed, lights out. He was drenched in sweat and his nerves were shot. The lone thought racing through his mind: “Could he score again before it was too late?”
His wife walked into the bedroom and started to speak. “Hon-”
“Not now!” he cried. “It’s 1 – nil with only five minutes left.”
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It was finally time. The most glorious moment in sports had finally arrived. The Tipoff for March Madness. Nearly 24 solid hours of basketball would be crammed into the next two days.
Stuck at the office, he hurried to his computer and began typing:
http://cbs.sportsline.com/
“What! Access denied! Where’s the network administrator!”
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Frank quickly glanced around the locker room making sure that only the players he knew and trusted were in the room. With a nervous smile he noted that the last of the reporters had just left tonight’s pitcher’s locker. Quickly, he pulled the loaded syringe out of his bag and slipped it into his pocket.
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He had thought of his mates nearly every waking moment the last fortnight. Today, they looked good: sharply dressed with hungry eyes. Perhaps they’d pull through. It was time to find out.
He sat on the couch, turned up the volume, and watched as eleven men he’d never met – his mates – played a football match.
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Rarely are so many so quiet. Minutes ago the sound deafened. Thousands upon thousands roared the hope of a nation, willing their men to glory. If only that were possible.
Alas, those thousands upon thousands were not playing. And the weight of their voices was unable to tip the scales of victory in their favor.
Bradford was getting a lot of funny looks. More than usual. Being a bit awkward, he was accustomed to regular second glances, but today was different. Glances became stares, and snickers.
What was causing this strange behaviour? Perhaps it had something to do with the sandwich board around Bradford’s neck:
“No Spoilers! Taping Cup Matches”
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This story is from Rantz Grotto. Thank you for the submission, Rantz
Getting dressed Raulf knew he was forgetting something today. Carefully he checked all his clothes. Germany jersey – Check. Germany sweats – Check. What more do I need to do today he wondered as he walked out to his car? One hour into his commute he remembered. Set the TiVo – No Check!
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This story is from our regular contributor, Rantz Grotto.
Tim sat down at his computer and whipped out a quick e-mail to his boss explaining he would not be able to go to work that day due to illness.
‘Technology is so wonderful, so efficient,’ thought Tim settling in to watch the World Cup.
Ding! New Mail! “Tim, you’re fired!” wrote his boss.
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This story is from our regular contributor, Rantz Grotto. I really look forward to his story every week. Thank you for the story Rantz . You can read his stories here.
Johnny begged, Just once! I know I can do it! I promise I won’t strike out!
Once again Coach Johnson shook his head.
The next inning Coach looked at the bench. Johnny, grab a bat. You’re up!
With a smile on his face Johnny leapt for joy, as if he had already won the game.
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This story is from our own Aaron Brazell. Thank you for the story, Aaron
Third and Long. The master decided to avert attention from the pass play everyone expected. Blue. 64. Blue. 64. Hike. Three step drop, then bending back, he pumped a throw, but instead handing to Edgerrin. The back dashed left, then right and found a hole to the left. Finally tackled. 16 yard gain. First down.
Authors Note: Description of a fictional NFL situation between Indianapolis Colts quarterback (the masteR) Peyton Manning and running back Edgerrin James. For more football insight, visit SquibKick.com
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