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Avenged Sevenfold Texan
12-23-2006, 02:02 PM
Merry Christmas to everyone! A little fictional story to get you in the winning spirits....

George Bailey McNair -Just a minute - just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr. Adams. You're right when you say my father was no businessman. I know that. Why he ever started this organization, I'll never know. But neither you nor anyone else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was - why, in the five years since he started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn't that right? He didn't draft Vince Young. But he did help a few players get out of your slums, Mr. Adams, and what's wrong with that? Why - here, you're all businessmen here. Doesn't it make them better citizens? Doesn't it make them better customers? You - you said - what'd you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent team. Wait? Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken down that they... Do you know how long it takes a football team to win a Super Bowl? Just remember this, Mr. Adams, that this rabble you're talking about... they do most of the working and playing and living and dying on this team. Well, is it too much to have them work and play and live and die in a nice Stadium like Reliant? Anyway, my father didn't think so. Texans were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle.

[George returns to the bridge where his nightmare began, hoping to bring back his old life]
George Bailey McNair: [praying] Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence! Get me back! Get me back, I don't care what happens to me! Get me back to Reliant! Help me Clarence, please! Please! I wanna win again. I wanna win again. Please, God, let us win again. [it begins to snow again]
Bert: [shouts] Hey, George! George! You all right? Hey, what's the matter?
George Bailey McNair: Now get outta here, Bert, or I'll hit you again! Get outta here! Bert: What the sam hill you yellin' for, George?
George Bailey McNair: You... [suddenly stunned]
George Bailey McNair: George... Bert? Do you know me?
Bert: Know you? Huh. You kiddin'? I've been looking all over H-town trying to find you. I saw your car plowed into that tree down there and I thought maybe you - hey, your mouth's bleeding. Are you sure you're all right?
George Bailey McNair: What the... [licks the corner of his lip and checks his mouth with his hand]
George Bailey McNair: Ha, ha, ha, ha! My mouth's bleeding, Bert! My mouth's bleeding! Zuzu's petals... Zuzu... George Bailey McNair: [checking his pocket] There they are! Bert, what do you know about that! Merry Christmas!