Mort says Football Gods Planned Redskins Loss to “Catch up” on Turnover Mistake.
By guyskins
That’s right. Apparently the Redskins lost because of some bureaucratic error. Here is the exclusive documentation of a conversation Chris Mortensen may or may not have overheard.
8:04am Sunday October 12, 2008. The Halls of Football Elysium. Football Heaven.
<God of Interceptions enters>
God of Fumbles: Mornin’ Ed.
God of Interceptions: Mornin’ George.
God of Fumbles: How’s the wife?
God of Interceptions: Just fine. Yours?
God of Fumbles: Same. Big day ahead, huh? Lots of upsets.
God of Fumbles: No kidding. I think I get to go screw around with the Cowboys today.
God of Interceptions: Ha! That sounds like fun.
God of Fumbles: Yup. Just wait ’till you see how it ends! You should stop by. It’ll be cool.
God of Interceptions: Really? Okay, I just might do that.
<Enter God of Safeties>
God of Safeties: Hi guys!
Ed and George: <sighing together> Hi Ned.
God of Safeties: Can’t I do something this week? Let me do something with a game!
God of Interceptions: We’ve talked about this Ned. You’re just not experienced enough to handle an every week sort of job yet. That’s why they’ve got you working on safeties.
God of Safeties: You never let me do anything! It’s not fair!
God of Fumbles: Now Ned, you know how it is. You’re just an intern. Maybe in a few years we can bump you up to “Incorrect replay reversals” or something. Just be patient. I was working Safeties back a few years ago and look where I am now! Once you have more experience like me…
God of Safeties: Experience?!? You mean experience messing things up? Like YOU do?
God of Fumbles: What are you talking about?
God of Safeties: You really messed up this season, and you don’t even know it! Ha Ha! I’m going to tell upper management if you don’t let me in a game!
God of Interceptions: If you know something, you need to tell us Ned…
God of Safeties: Not unless you let me play too! I wanna play!
God of Fumbles: Hmmm. Fine. IF this pans out, we’ll give you a game. That’s how this works you know. You give me something, I give you something. Now, whatcha got?
God of Safeties: We’re about to start week six, right?
God of Interceptions: Uhm hmmm.
God of Safeties: Well…you guys completely forgot one team. The Washington Redskins. They haven’t had any turnovers at all this year.
God of Fumbles: What?
God of Interceptions:<shuffles through documents> None? None at all? That can’t be right.
God of Fumbles: <types frantically on Computer> This *IS* still the Jason Campbell era isn’t it? I didn’t fall asleep and wake up in a different epoch or something?
God of Safeties: Nope! You just filed their invoices in the wrong team folder. Some poor schmuck named Rome-Oh or something got them all.
God of Fumbles: <muses dreamily> God I love blindsiding that poor bastard Campbell. Me and the God of Sacks have this arrangement…
God of Interceptions: Oh crap, Upper Management in the division of Parity is going to ream us for this one when they catch wind of this. No way this slides.
God of Safeties: <interrupts> So I get to play?!?
God of Interceptions: <distracted> Yes yes, go do something with the Lions. Nobody cares about them anyway.
God of Safeties: Hooray!
<God of Safeties exits>
God of Interceptions: We’re screwed.
God of Fumbles: Totally fucked.
God of Interceptions: No hope. Unless…<pause> No, it’ll never work.
God of Fumbles: What? Unless what? Tell me! I can’t get demoted back to “BotchedReferee Calls.” I’ll smite myself if I have to listen to Hochuli’s weepy prayers all day long.
God of Interceptions: We could…just play catch up.
God of Fumbles: <pauses> What do you mean?
God of Interceptions: We could just give them all the turnovers they were supposed to have. You know. Do it all at once.
God of Fumbles: Nobody will buy it. They’re playing the *Rams* for crying out loud.
God of Interceptions: I guess Mister Hochuli will have you on speed dial pretty soon then.
<lengthy pause>
God of Fumbles: Right. I’ll get started.
God of Interception: The Redskins are your turf. I’m too swamped dealing with somebody I’ve never even heard of. O’sully’s van or something like that. I can run interference with Upper Management, but that’s it. You’re going to have to be creative.
God of Fumbles: No problem. I’ll do an offensive lineman.
God of Interceptions: What?
God of Fumbles: I want an offensive lineman to fumble.
God of Interceptions: You know they…they don’t actually handle the ball.
God of Fumbles: I’ll find a way. Trust me.
God of Interceptions: Whatever. Just deal with it. I’ll see you in Arizona.
God of Fumbles: Yeah. Oh hey Ed?
God of Interceptions: Yeah George?
God of Fumbles: If you run into the God of Punt Blocking, bring him along.
God of Interceptions: You mean Wally? Okay…why?
God of Fumbles: I might have something for him in overtime. You’ll see.
<Both Gods Exit>