Editorial Note: I didn’t have any particular insight into the Rose Bowl wherein USC worked over Illinois, so plainly the thing to do is a literary re-interpretation of the game. Each quarter will get its own post… once I get round to writing the other three. Parody is hard, y’all.
The Rose Bowl, Act the First.
Enter Emeril, a Jester Chef, a referee, and the Players from USC and Illinois
Emeril: POW!
Referee: Hush, the Jester Chef approaches, for the tossing of the ceremonial silver
[Emeril flips a coin.]
Referee: Indeed Dame Fortune does not smile upon the Illini, who must defer to the merciless Hordes of the West!
A Trojan: Faith, ’tis not just to describe us as merciless, when we but tackle as commanded
Referee: Argue not, young Trojan, lest I throw a call to the Illini later
A Trojan: Whatevs, faithless referee, thy lords in Connecticut demand fealty and you shall throw no flags
Referee: [to the audience] Indeed it is so, I must be true to my commands. In truth, it is no hardship; though I hate to bow to the Trojans, richly do I love to torment the Bruins.
A Trojan: We shall defer to the Illini, if only out of curiosity.
[Exeunt]
[Upon the sideline of the Illini]
Zook: Fear not, my brave sons of Chief Illiniwek, the spread offense shall leave these Trojans stricken in our wake, and powerless to prevent our advance [headbutts a camera stand.]
Juice Williams: Though it is not my place to argue, Sire, hath thou not noticed their Samoan Warrior? He speaks little, but his actions reveal his contempt for those such as myself
Zook: He has contempt but no control, young man, and will whisper past you as a spring breeze in his over-commitment
Juice Williams: so be it sire, and if not, I have faith in my brother Mendenhall
Mendenhall: I am not fooled, sire, by the gaudy colors across the field, they are soft and know the fear of trees and ducks. They shall not stop me.
Zook: It is well that you have faith, younglings, go forth and conquer.
[Across the field]
Pete Carroll: Angels, there is no fear, only joy. There are no excuses, only actions. Fly to the ball, be at their ankles as a starved hound, push them aside as if they were the first shoots of wheat in the spring fields – they shall not stop us.
All: Fight ON!
[The ball is kicked off]. Continue reading
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