|Remember the gorilla
Author: HyperHobo PM
Football is only played by humans... right? Read the story of how a gorilla change the nature of football forever.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Words: 407 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-28-12 - id: 3061753
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WHHYYYYY? I have had so many people read my stories but almost no one reviews! That makes me so sad. . I do not own the NFL, or the titans. Even if that is pretty obvious. Bill mackachakachan isn't the real titan head coach.
Everyone knows about football, well almost everyone, and anyone who knows about football knows it is played only by humans, right? WRONG. This is the totally true story of Fuchista the football playing gorilla. No one knows why a gorilla was even allowed to play football. He just suddenly showed up at the NFL combine and some random fan put a Titan's jersey on him. Before you knew it, he was the number one pick in the first round. He was drafted by none other than the Tennessee Titans. He played as a defensive lineman, and people seemed to think he was smart enough to know what was going on. Once again, those senile old fools were wrong again. He thought the football was some strange brown banana, and he thought that if he followed the silly humans he would be able to have it. Needless to say, an offensive line had no chance of stopping a brown banana crazed gorilla. Now he we are with a press conference where some nosy reporters are interviewing the head coach, Mr. Mackachakachan. "Now Mr. Makachitacham…" "YOU IDOIT! My name is MR. MACACHACHAN!" " Um right, Mr. Mackachakachan, why did you draft a gorilla instead of the Jon Elway clone?" asked the now very scared reporter. Mr. Makachakachan was not amused. " WHO THE HECK ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY MOTIVES? FUCHISTA! EAT THEM!". Fuchista did just that. No more nosy reporters, the world in finally in peace. Anyway, it appear Bill had trained Fuchista into following his commands. Teams are going to really watch out of the Titans now.
Now I could crank out a 5 page essay on what happened between draft day and the start of preseason, but I want to get to the good stuff. So I'll just summarize what happened. Fuchista made his name known by eating nosy reporters, and everyone was to afraid to fine him or suspend him for some games. All in all, nothing much happened.
I know I know, pretty abrupt ending, but my train of thought was stolen, chewed up, and thrown down a volcano that magically appeared at the bottom of the grand canyon.