“Red Right, Z-Mo-ahhhh-CHOO!”

Bart Bull glared at his starting quarterback. “Harthrob, what is your problem?”

“Sorry coach,” Harthrob said. “I got foot powder in my nose.” (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Invention of Curling and last week’s double-feature, Winter Storm BeeBee and The 43rd Annual BPI Thanksgiving Day Parade. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….

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Note: Today’s characters first appeared in The Halftime Speech.

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“Welcome back. I’m Will Wurdie, here with Rock Peters at the Claws’ practice facility as they prepare for this weekend’s big game with the Teeth. Rock, what will the Claws focus on this week?”

“Toys,” Rock said. “That’s what Claws always focuses on just before Christmas. Well, unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s coal. But the league has finally taken a stand against fossil fuels, probably because most of the league owners are fossils.”

“Back when you played, Rock,” Will asked, “did they have helmets?”

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“Foot powder?” Bull bellowed. “In your nose?”

“It was itching, coach,” Harthrob said with a wry and very telegenic grin. “The stuff stops the itching between my toes so I thought, you kno-aaah-CHOO!”

Bull’s face turned red, prompting his agent to speed-dial the office with a new product endorsement pitch.

“My practice is being delayed because your nose itched?” Bull yelled, veins standing out in his throat. “What’s next? Hangnails?”

“Actually, I have one of those, coach,” Slawth said, kneeling to untie his shoe.

“Get those laces tied, Slawth,” Bull said. “You can’t run a pass pattern with your shoe laces untied. You’ll end up flat on your ruggedly handsome face.”

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“Maybe that’s what happened on that third-and-six in the fourth quarter Sunday,” Will said to Rock.

“I don’t think so,” Rock said. “The game was tied at the time. So his shoe lace must’ve been tied too.”

“Have you ever visited Planet Logic, Rock?” Will asked.

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” Rock replied, “but the guidance counselor said I’d have to do science and stuff.”

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