I needed to put my mind to creative use last night. I also remembered the site I often share articles with you on here is in the process of having a contest in September to win $500 for the most clicked story.
I don't care about the money. I'd like the honor though, especially because I creatively labored on this for over four hours last night. The writing itself isn't the most clever I've ever written - though it may be the lengthiest (2500 words) - but the idea itself and how I lined up the chess pieces is as crafty as anything I've ever penned. I'm very proud of it, and I hope you enjoy it!
Here's what I need to do, I'm going to give you just an excerpt from it, then, please click the link that'll take you to the article in its entirety over at Comic Book Movie. K? Most of all THANK YOU!
You’ve spent all summer familiarizing yourself with players foreign to the team you’ve rooted for your entire life. Who is the emerging second or third year wide receiver on the cusp of double digit touchdowns, which players who could thrive in innovative new offenses, will you decode who’ll be the next dual threat quarterback that creates league wide hysteria.
Your ethics as a devoted, lifelong fan are challenged; Can you dare roster a player of your team’s sworn mortal enemy?
Hours of your workday have been wasted on a litany of fantasy sites. You’re having a hard time remembering the last time you spent nearly ten dollars on a magazine that had no gorgeous naked women and will be completely useless by the second week of September. You’re in more leagues than you can keep track of, or your big money league is actually way more than you should be gambling with anyway.
It’s fantasy football season.
This post is going to take the fantasy, way more seriously than the football.
If you’re imagination isn’t ready for more sweat than what a two-a-day in the ceaseless summer heat can bring – and some contradictions I’ll need some charitable comic latitude on - now is the time to move on…
Because we’re going to Gotham.
What good and fun is being a superhero, supervillain, super-anything (save me the Batman isn’t a superhero dreck - I sought your boundless imagination, remember!?) if you can’t put those superlative skills to some athletic use?
Batman’s unmatched physical prowess has captured our imagination for over seventy years and while he’s been battered, bloodied and bruised – just like any football player - by the greatest gallery of rogues comics has to offer, as far as I know he’s never scored a single touchdown.
It’s time for that to end. We’re putting Batman…no, ALL of Gotham on the gridiron.
By the time I’m done constructing this organization, it’ll be the most indomitable and acclaimed sports franchise on the planet. The Yankees, Lakers, Real Madrid, Manchester United and…this!
First up, we need an owner. Clearly, this person has to have endless financial resources, perhaps someone with a replenishing trust fund. Since we don’t want any debt clouding our future decision making – on or off the field – we’re buying the franchise with cash. The check to the league will be written by none other than the venerable Bruce Wayne...