Repos Dans La Paix

 

"They came together on a hot afternoon in Los Angeles, howling and clawing each other like wild beasts in heat.

Under a brown California sky, the fierceness of their struggle brought tears to the eyes of 90,000 God-fearing fans.

They were 22 men who were somehow more than men, They were giants, idols, titans...

Behemoths.

They stood for everything that was good and true and right in the American spirit.

Those who went early said the pregame tension was almost unbearable. By noon, many fans were weeping openly, for no appearant reason.Others wrung their hands or nervously gnawed on the necks of pop bottles, trying to stay calm. Many fist fights were reported in the public urinals.Nervous ushers roamed up and down the aisles, confiscating alcoholic beverages and occasionally grappling with drunkards. Gangs of Seconal-crazed teenagers prowled through the parking lot outside the stadium, beating the mortal sh*t out of luckless stragglers."

"Green grass, hot sun, sharp cleats in turf, thundering cheers from the crowd, the menacing scowl on the face of a $30,000 a year pulling guard as he turns the corner on a Lombardi-style power sweep and cracks a sharp plastic shoulder into the linebacker's groin."

"The entire Fort Walton Police Force is gripped in a state of fear this week; all leaves have been cancelled, and Chief Bloor is said to be drilling his men for an Emergency Alert situation on Friday night- because that is the night when 'Kazika, The Mad Jap,' a 440 pound sadist from the vile slums of Hiroshima, will be making his first (and no doubt his last) appearance at the Fish Head Arena. Every available officer will be on duty at ringside, because of The Mad Jap's legendary temper and invariably savage reaction to racial insults.Last week in Detroit, Kazika ran amok and tore the spleens out of three ringside spectators, one of whom had allegedly called him a 'yellow devil'...."