Hotdogs and Quarterbacks
Jasmin told me to be wary of the forest. It was a necessity to pass through it to get to the other side of town, but there was a relatively safer path by its side.
I was riding on a passenger jeep that day. As our jeep approached the forest, the driver only had me and a well-dressed lady who sat at the opposite seat of me as passengers. As our jeep was entering the forest, thoughts of the stories lingered in my mind. They were stories unknown to many.
College football was taken very seriously. The black spirits know a promising player when he emerges, and there was no limit to what they would do to prevent that player from becoming a bigger threat as competition. When they do a quarterback sack, they pound on him and pound on him until there was nothing left but an unrecognizable heap of red meat. And what do they do with this meat? It’s what a hotdog is made of. That’s why I don’t eat hotdogs anymore. And it is my responsibility to make the world aware of this. That hotdogs are composed of the pounded body of a promising quarterback.
In one game, as the quarterback held the ball, the evil spirits focused on him. He knew their intentions. He ran as he evaded these spirits, driving him off the field, but still running after him. He ran for his life as he went through the forest, trying to escape his pursuers. Having a small gain, he realized that the only way to avoid being pounded was to hide. But where in the forest? He noticed a birdcage with a black crow-like bird. The cage had not been cleaned in a long time, so he cleaned the cage, taking care of its habitant. While doing this, an old man approached him. The old man surprised him at first, but in his mind he was thankful that there was someone who could help him. The old man knew his dilemma without even an exchange of words, so as gratitude for cleaning his much-loved bird’s cage, he said he would give him the ability to evade his pursuers by hiding him forever in the forest. Not much choice but to agree.
And his spirit is still much feared, for his current residence in the forest has intentions that are unknown to anyone who may enter. Some say that he substantiates himself on the bodies of those who pass by.
Suddenly, our driver takes an unexpected turn. Where is he going? His path is unfamiliar to me, and from the reaction of my co-passenger, she was well as surprised. We were both fearing the worst.
The forest had smaller paths and the driver seemed to know where we were going. I could sense the worry or fear of my lady co-passenger. Or was it mine? I had no idea of the driver’s intentions and we all remained silent.
There was an air of fear gripping us. We were not sure where we were being taken, hoping that the driver knows this path as it will lead to the next town.
We had been taking a couple of turns, and the branches of the trees that were bending towards this small, not very trodden path were passing through the open jeep, and we would avoid them or be hit by them.
The beating of our hearts accompanied us through the ride. At first I had started to see sunlight, and the path was broadening. I had hoped that this was the route towards the town, and that we were getting closer. I feared for the safety of my female co-passenger, but not dismissing the fact that she could be in on it too.
As we progressed through the forest via this unfamiliar path, I started hearing noises. Hoping that these sounds came from people, I looked around but could only make out figures moving that I could not recognize because of the density of the foliage.
Trudging forward, the path was becoming wider and clearer. Small village houses and dirty children playing around signaled to me that we were approaching the town until finally we were passing through recognizable parts.
After arriving at my destination, Jasmin and I met up. We were to go hiking at the mountain-part of the forest with a few of our adventurous explorers.
Hiking through the part of the forest that was located at the nearby mountain was safe. This path is full of mountain hikers and researchers so the place was very familiar to the people. Having told of my ride, Jasmin told me of the countless stories of the people who met with the gruesome face of the monster that resided in the forest. Townsfolk who would get lost in the forest would meet with the gigantic face of the creature and run frantically for their lives. The face would be grisly, no less than green saliva dripping from its mouth. At least as their stories go.
So the story of the ill-fated quarterback remains an urban legend. Who knows if it was true? I know. I cleaned the cage.
I was riding on a passenger jeep that day. As our jeep approached the forest, the driver only had me and a well-dressed lady who sat at the opposite seat of me as passengers. As our jeep was entering the forest, thoughts of the stories lingered in my mind. They were stories unknown to many.
College football was taken very seriously. The black spirits know a promising player when he emerges, and there was no limit to what they would do to prevent that player from becoming a bigger threat as competition. When they do a quarterback sack, they pound on him and pound on him until there was nothing left but an unrecognizable heap of red meat. And what do they do with this meat? It’s what a hotdog is made of. That’s why I don’t eat hotdogs anymore. And it is my responsibility to make the world aware of this. That hotdogs are composed of the pounded body of a promising quarterback.
In one game, as the quarterback held the ball, the evil spirits focused on him. He knew their intentions. He ran as he evaded these spirits, driving him off the field, but still running after him. He ran for his life as he went through the forest, trying to escape his pursuers. Having a small gain, he realized that the only way to avoid being pounded was to hide. But where in the forest? He noticed a birdcage with a black crow-like bird. The cage had not been cleaned in a long time, so he cleaned the cage, taking care of its habitant. While doing this, an old man approached him. The old man surprised him at first, but in his mind he was thankful that there was someone who could help him. The old man knew his dilemma without even an exchange of words, so as gratitude for cleaning his much-loved bird’s cage, he said he would give him the ability to evade his pursuers by hiding him forever in the forest. Not much choice but to agree.
And his spirit is still much feared, for his current residence in the forest has intentions that are unknown to anyone who may enter. Some say that he substantiates himself on the bodies of those who pass by.
Suddenly, our driver takes an unexpected turn. Where is he going? His path is unfamiliar to me, and from the reaction of my co-passenger, she was well as surprised. We were both fearing the worst.
The forest had smaller paths and the driver seemed to know where we were going. I could sense the worry or fear of my lady co-passenger. Or was it mine? I had no idea of the driver’s intentions and we all remained silent.
There was an air of fear gripping us. We were not sure where we were being taken, hoping that the driver knows this path as it will lead to the next town.
We had been taking a couple of turns, and the branches of the trees that were bending towards this small, not very trodden path were passing through the open jeep, and we would avoid them or be hit by them.
The beating of our hearts accompanied us through the ride. At first I had started to see sunlight, and the path was broadening. I had hoped that this was the route towards the town, and that we were getting closer. I feared for the safety of my female co-passenger, but not dismissing the fact that she could be in on it too.
As we progressed through the forest via this unfamiliar path, I started hearing noises. Hoping that these sounds came from people, I looked around but could only make out figures moving that I could not recognize because of the density of the foliage.
Trudging forward, the path was becoming wider and clearer. Small village houses and dirty children playing around signaled to me that we were approaching the town until finally we were passing through recognizable parts.
After arriving at my destination, Jasmin and I met up. We were to go hiking at the mountain-part of the forest with a few of our adventurous explorers.
Hiking through the part of the forest that was located at the nearby mountain was safe. This path is full of mountain hikers and researchers so the place was very familiar to the people. Having told of my ride, Jasmin told me of the countless stories of the people who met with the gruesome face of the monster that resided in the forest. Townsfolk who would get lost in the forest would meet with the gigantic face of the creature and run frantically for their lives. The face would be grisly, no less than green saliva dripping from its mouth. At least as their stories go.
So the story of the ill-fated quarterback remains an urban legend. Who knows if it was true? I know. I cleaned the cage.
