I am a mere rookie when it comes to the NSFL but I have heard the stories of the epic celebrations that the Ultimus winners take part in. These stories began when I was a small child and my dad would tell them to me before bed. He spoke of week long all you can eat meat buffets, unicorn races through jungles and even deep see snorkeling. Yes these were quite the tales I heard growing up. At the time I didn't bother to wonder how long those snorkels must have been to get the diver deep into the sea abyss. I was too busy thinking about holding that trophy up myself. I knew I wanted to play football and be a Champion.
As I grew older I started to learn about what the Ultimus champions actually did to celebrate. Yeah, sure, they went to Disney and celebrated with their fans in a big parade, but there was more. There was something the majority of people did not know about. I was fortunate to witness this for myself.
I was 19 years old and attending the University of Minnesota. I had been up all night trying to get a research paper complete when I heard a loud bang followed by a soft hiss. The lights flickered and my eyes were drawn to a person in the corner of my room that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
It was me.
From the future.
I had a severe breakdown initially, coming face to face with my handsome self. It was like looking into a mirror except my reflection looked older, bigger, stronger. Once I calmed down, I had a conversation with myself. He told me that Ultimus champions have the ability to go back in time to one spot. They celebrate their win by ensuring that they do in fact win. He was there to make sure I did not give up on my path to becoming an NSFL star. I couldn't believe it. Not only did I know time travel existed but I also had confirmation that I was going to win the Ultimus one day. He and I celebrated over a beer and some hot wings at a local bar before he had to return. I got buffalo wings and he got buffalo wings; our favorite.
Before he left, he expressed the importance of me going back to visit myself after I win the Ultimus. The cycle must be complete he said, just as he was visited by an older version of us when he was 19.
The cycle must be complete, he said. The Ultimus Championship must be complete.
That is how Ultimus champions celebrate.
As I grew older I started to learn about what the Ultimus champions actually did to celebrate. Yeah, sure, they went to Disney and celebrated with their fans in a big parade, but there was more. There was something the majority of people did not know about. I was fortunate to witness this for myself.
I was 19 years old and attending the University of Minnesota. I had been up all night trying to get a research paper complete when I heard a loud bang followed by a soft hiss. The lights flickered and my eyes were drawn to a person in the corner of my room that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
It was me.
From the future.
I had a severe breakdown initially, coming face to face with my handsome self. It was like looking into a mirror except my reflection looked older, bigger, stronger. Once I calmed down, I had a conversation with myself. He told me that Ultimus champions have the ability to go back in time to one spot. They celebrate their win by ensuring that they do in fact win. He was there to make sure I did not give up on my path to becoming an NSFL star. I couldn't believe it. Not only did I know time travel existed but I also had confirmation that I was going to win the Ultimus one day. He and I celebrated over a beer and some hot wings at a local bar before he had to return. I got buffalo wings and he got buffalo wings; our favorite.
Before he left, he expressed the importance of me going back to visit myself after I win the Ultimus. The cycle must be complete he said, just as he was visited by an older version of us when he was 19.
The cycle must be complete, he said. The Ultimus Championship must be complete.
That is how Ultimus champions celebrate.
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