One Crazy Thing

bored with the game of telling what the clouds resembled which was going on since the Persian Sun god was invented, one of the gods sniffing the aromas of hot-dogs, mustard, roasted peanuts and beer wafting up to them noticed beneath her feet a swath of Gaea's terrain was covered with a bunch of mere mortals running helter-skelter in uncoordinated movements with some going in an odd shaped circle while others were chasing a little white object that had been vaulted on its way by one giant of a man whose stature would give a New York team its nickname of "Giants" named Conners a future Hall of Famer with a wind beaten limb of a fig tree whose sole intent was to beat the little thing to death when not missing it. She shouted to all the others to see what she had discovered.

Why not?" Ares said becoming fascinated by the clusters of mortals on the periphery doing brawls between the styrofoamcupholders and the waxpapermunchers but the gods would add many more twists and churns to this thing to make fanatics of the thing flabbergast at all the inexplicable things that could occur while the two sides were engaging each other in various ways.

"Oh Father Thunderbolt! Oh Thundercloud, why must he bring blood into everything?" the goddess of love questioned as her son began shooting arrows into some of those who were peering over the roof of the cave making them fall in love with all the sitting pretty women wearing large white brimmed hats.

"It's something like rounder," Hermes said recalling how some of the lesser gods had tried to introduce that entertainment to mortals coated in blue dye.

"It looks so crazy though! I go for the ones off the field hurling obscenities at the moundmortal," Prometheus said referring to those milling about inside a cave.

"Well I go for that one, that one, that one and that one dressed in blue playing footsie with the white line," Athena said pointing to the protector of the area a distance before the left and center pastures, the guardian of the right pasture, the mortal standing in a box a few feet away from the third sack doing weird movements engulfing nearly his whole body with his wild hand movements.

"But I go against that one out there!" she said and blew the ball out of the protector of the first sack's large misshapen hand. She hunched her shoulders in a feminine way as she giggled and clapped her hands softly. She thought she might enjoy this thing called ...


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