Elation turned to dread, then back to elation late last week as Rick Skuff became a member of the Minnesota Grey Ducks.
The saga began as Rick tried to head to the gym near his family farm and found that it was now actually in Minnesota. His Nokia 3310 had failed to deliver a notification, but he was soon in contact with the rest of the team and ecstatic to be headed to Land of Lakes, feeling that Minnesota was an excellent cultural fit for the country boy and having heard that the team was in good position to compete.
Two days later, however, a letter arrived at his home which cast a cloud over the whole affair. It was a check, made out by the Grey Ducks. Skuff fretted in confusion; he'd already agreed to play for them. It was even more money than Miami had offered him to transfer back in his college days. The money was sorely needed on the Skuff farm; the radiator condensers were starting to affect the vision of some of their more regular customers and another RV had been lost in an unexplained explosion just weeks prior. It was more money than his family had made in a year in their lives, but Skuff knew he had to do the right thing, and immediately reported the attempted bribe to the league office.
Who then informed him that this was, in fact, a game check, and that it was not only permissible but actually required for him to be signed, this being professional football and everything. Skuff hadn't realized that payment was a thing in the NDFL and the news sent a shock of elation through the entire county.
Paint thinner futures in the area shot up immediately, and distribution companies tag teamed drivers to get more cases of Budweiser to the town's general store. They were somewhat disappointed, though, as Skuff pushed aside the pallets and decided he was going to try himself "One of them fancy beers like Bud Platinum."
Underestimating the stronger than he was used to beer, and perhaps the mason jar of an unidentified clear liquid he was also seen sipping on, Skuff spent a long night carousing at all of the town hot spots, hitting up the Walmart and local watering hole before being carried by four of his cousins to the bed of a pick up truck for transport home.
After a morning of pounding gatorade and various energy drinks Skuff was ready to get on the plane to Minnesota. Sunglasses on and in a bit of a daze, he was greeted by reporters at the airport, where he said he was "excited to develop my skills and get those fat checks."
The saga began as Rick tried to head to the gym near his family farm and found that it was now actually in Minnesota. His Nokia 3310 had failed to deliver a notification, but he was soon in contact with the rest of the team and ecstatic to be headed to Land of Lakes, feeling that Minnesota was an excellent cultural fit for the country boy and having heard that the team was in good position to compete.
Two days later, however, a letter arrived at his home which cast a cloud over the whole affair. It was a check, made out by the Grey Ducks. Skuff fretted in confusion; he'd already agreed to play for them. It was even more money than Miami had offered him to transfer back in his college days. The money was sorely needed on the Skuff farm; the radiator condensers were starting to affect the vision of some of their more regular customers and another RV had been lost in an unexplained explosion just weeks prior. It was more money than his family had made in a year in their lives, but Skuff knew he had to do the right thing, and immediately reported the attempted bribe to the league office.
Who then informed him that this was, in fact, a game check, and that it was not only permissible but actually required for him to be signed, this being professional football and everything. Skuff hadn't realized that payment was a thing in the NDFL and the news sent a shock of elation through the entire county.
Paint thinner futures in the area shot up immediately, and distribution companies tag teamed drivers to get more cases of Budweiser to the town's general store. They were somewhat disappointed, though, as Skuff pushed aside the pallets and decided he was going to try himself "One of them fancy beers like Bud Platinum."
Underestimating the stronger than he was used to beer, and perhaps the mason jar of an unidentified clear liquid he was also seen sipping on, Skuff spent a long night carousing at all of the town hot spots, hitting up the Walmart and local watering hole before being carried by four of his cousins to the bed of a pick up truck for transport home.
After a morning of pounding gatorade and various energy drinks Skuff was ready to get on the plane to Minnesota. Sunglasses on and in a bit of a daze, he was greeted by reporters at the airport, where he said he was "excited to develop my skills and get those fat checks."
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