“So what should we look for in the playoffs, Rock?” Will Wurdie asked.
“They need to focus on offense, defense, and special teams,” Rock replied. (More)
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Little Plow and the Christmas Tree and Workshop 2.1(b). 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….
Will looked at Rock. “Isn’t that pretty much the whole game?”
“You gotta win the whole game, Will,” Rock said. “You can’t make it to the Super Bowl just by leading at halftime.”
“Let’s get down to details,” Will said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes across the studio and down the hall to the control room. “Do you think Flackers’ quarterback Sandy Hare will be able to throw the ball against that Ranchers’ defense?”
“Did football even have the forward pass back when Rock played?” Pam asked in the control room.
“Sure they did,” Dave replied. “He only retired four years ago.”
“He looks older,” Pam said. “Maybe coz he’s bald.”
“That’s the helmet,” Dave said. “It rubs off the hair.”
“Sure he’ll be able to throw the ball,” Rock said. “The question is whether his receivers or the Ranchers’ defensive backs will catch it.”
Will nodded. “What I meant was–”
“I mean, Hare’s not injured,” Rock said. “His arm still works. So yeah, he’ll be able to throw the ball.”
“– effectively,” Will continued.
“Well it’ll have some effect,” Rock insisted. “Maybe good. Maybe bad. But yeah, it’ll be effective.”
Will sighed. “Let’s turn to the college game. For the first year ever, we’ll have an NCAA Division I Championship Playoff. What do you look for there, Rock?”
“Marching bands, Will,” Rock said. “Most pro teams don’t have marching bands. So that’s what I look for in college football.”
“Your wife was in your university’s band, wasn’t she?” Will asked.
“She played sax,” Rock said with a proud smile. Then his face darkened. “But coach said I couldn’t listen to her the night before a game.”