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Late Night Spangles Saturday Soft Serve: Jaguars Redux

Saturday Dec 1st 2018

9:18 pm

A small cantina on the outskirts of Jacksonville

The door opens with a jingle of bells and in steps Andrew Luck. He is dressed in a flannel sweater, Colts gear sweatpants, and socks with sandals. He has a slightly perturbed look on his face. He spots a waving hand and heads to the table of three. Sitting down, Andrew greets Frank Reich, who has his face in the menu, and takes his seat across from the two men in suits wearing sunglasses.

"Thank you for coming Mr. Luck, we apologize for the short notice. We are representatives of the NFL Commissioners office. Don’t worry you are not in trouble. Quite the opposite, frankly. You see, we need your help. As you must have heard, we have an issue with a certain player."

"I don’t practice gossip, but I might know this player you are referring to."

"Yes, well this player has put a terrible stain on an otherwise fantastic season. At the worst time too, going into the Christmas season. Right now the Commissioner believes he can save this PR nightmare with the crowing of a new star. He believes that should Patrick Mahomes win MVP, the Chiefs will be redeemed, even if they lose in the first round again. The success of the star will outshine the cloud of ill will and at some point in the future a reformed young man will get a second chance. Its quite beautiful actually. Too bad we didn’t plan it. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here."

"Why are you here you actually?"

"We need you to have a terrible game that eliminates you from competition for the MVP. Sorta like what Drew Brees did. Tomorrow. Against the Jags."

The waitress comes by.

"Hola what would you like to order"

Frank Reich lifts his head from the menu.

(?Is the fish fresh?) he asks.

(?The fish fresh?) she replies

(?Fish is from today?)

(Yes)

(Then I want Blackened Fish Tacos with Mango)

"Any other order"

The three men shake their heads

"Thank you" and she leaves.

Frank pulls out his phone and starts texting.

Andrew gives the men a hard look.

"Let me get this straight. You claim to be from the Commissioners office, and tell me I need to flop the game. Why should I even do this? Tomorrow after I carve up Jacksonville, we could be tied for a wildcard. That’s beside the fact that after I toss another three TD’s on these chumps I’m tied with Brady. Then next week I stand alone. This makes no sense."

"Alright, we understand you’re a smart man. How about this. I tell you a secret and we promise to provide a favor later on. Does that work?"

"What secret?"

The man leans over to Andrew and whispers in his ear.

"Hot damn! Really, you’d tell me that?"

"If you promise on your life to not score a single point tomorrow."

Andrew consider it for a second.

"Alright, I promise. Now tell me!"

The man began a monolog in Lucks ear as his eyes widened larger and larger. Finally a look of shock fell on his face and the man leaned back.

"Also we need you to promise never to tell another soul that."

"I promise. A Luck is good on his word. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take a raincheck on that favor and head out. I was just writ- uh collaborating on the latest edition of Captain Andrew Luck when you called. Good night, Frank."

"Good night Andrew, and we love your work. Take care.

Frank nodded his head.

Andrew leaves the restaurant.

Later that night:

Texts sent:

"Yes everything went according to plan sir. No he didn’t ask anything more. I will call Big B and let him know"

Voicemail sent

"Hey Big B it’s me. Everything went fine, you still hold the record forever baby. You are the GOAT"

Text Reply:

"That’s right B****** you better know your place. You still owe me though. I nvr frgt"

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