049. Over The Hills And Far Away

[samson]

[Too many people talking about Thanksgiving lately, for real. Brock doesn't like Thanksgiving for Personal Reasons, but he doesn't feel vehement enough about it to bitch at everyone who keeps bringing it up.

It's a conundrum.

So, whatever. He's going to talk about the part of Thanksgiving that doesn't make him feel weird, and everybody is going to shut up AND LIKE IT.]

So, people usually play football around this time of year. Who actually knows how to play and would be up for a pick-up game or something?

It's probably too much to ask for people who know how to play and don't suck, so. I'll take you knowing like, the basic rules. You need to know what a touchdown is, I guess.

[.... oh.] I mean American football, by the way. Not soccer.

Comments

[waterproofed]

Katniss and I already agreed we would play. I don't know who else is interested.

[samson]

[PLAYING FOOTBALL WITH KIDS... oh well. It's not like he has a lot of options.]

I don't think I know Katniss.

[waterproofed]

She's great. Really fast, which will be good for football.

[samson]

Fast, like ... magic fast? I think there needs to be a No Magic rule.

[waterproofed]

More like "hunter" fast, I think.

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Quidditch and football? Wooh! November is turning out to be one good month, huh?

Wait...]

... Which one is soccer?

[samson]

Soccer's the one you play with your feet.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Got it.

...

I think know how to play.

[samson]

[wait...] Football or soccer?

[mal_addict]

...Oh. That weird game popular with Ahnk-Morpork.

I think I'll pass.

[samson]

The who. [or is that a what?]

[mal_addict]

It's a city in my world. Anyway, they play...football there. I think. I'm sure I heard something about it.

[samson]

Football's like ... you have two teams, and they each try to get the ball at the other end of the field. So you can stop the other team by tackling their guys when they're carrying the ball.

That pretty much the same thing?

[heloise]

May I watch?

[samson]

Sure. We could probably use some cheerleaders.

[heloise]

Cheerleaders?

[samson]

Yeah ... they're people -- usually women -- who cheer the players. They're kind of a sports team, too; they have uniforms and everything.

[fishesandfights]

[Well, he's sold]

Nice. Please tell me the place gave you an actual football and we're not using, like...a Canadian football.

[samson]

[he didn't even consider this part...]

Oh. I guess I'll have to wish one up ... since I kind of doubt the town sells 'em.

[fishesandfights]

I mean, you'd hope, right? But we aren't in Kansas anymore. We aren't even in a place for bad football, like Miami.

Jack O'Neill, by the way.

[samson]

Ha. I don't even know what kind of medievally sports they play over there. [The townspeople are weird!!]

Brock Samson. Hey.

[bustered]

Still looking for players?

[samson]

Considering so far all I got's a bunch of kids, yeah. [though you don't sound too old either, pal ...]

[bustered]

[Excuse you twenty four is old enough.]

All I got's fake memories the castle gave me of the game. If you can deal with that, I'm in.

[samson]

I ... guess ...

[He has never heard of the castle doing that before!]