I heard some talk about a Big Game this weekend. (Yes, the B in big and G in game are capitalized, and rightly so.) If you’re anything like me (and chances are you’re not), then you’re probably wondering, “Who cares? Isn’t there a Big Game every Sunday?”
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa…. Back it up, Junior. Beep, beep, beep. This isn’t just any Big Game. It’s the motherfrickin’ Super Bowl! This is the game that determines the champion of football, or something.
Personally, I get all warm and fuzzy inside every time I see a rich person getting what he wants, but it is especially gratifying to witness a whole team of rich people accomplish their goal of being the best at something that, in terms of brutality, let’s be honest, is one step below Thunder Dome.
But that is neither here nor there. My feelings on football aside, I wish everybody the best, from the players to the fans to the real heroes, the corporate sponsors, who do their gosh-darn best to brainwash us into buying things we’ll never need.
So, I wrote a short little ditty called “Uprising” a couple of weeks ago. (How’s that for a segue?) It focuses on a Big Game, but in my story, it’s a college football game. If you like kids playing pranks and other shenanigans, then come check out “Uprising” this weekend, Super Bowl weekend. Did I mention it’s free? Well, it is.
Here’s the link: