Cities-Across: Cleats of Heaven/Hell

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of why/how moves in American sport (football) makes for a storytelling-quill concerning incomplete-distances readings to Earth's TV/thesaurus.

A rival-town QB-move fiction for this given Sunday on Earth. Thanks for reading!

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Well, Mr. Amlan Satan had become a special world cleats man, a fine QB star-athlete with vision and acumen for choreographing offense-play of timing that laid-out why varied receivers and tight-ends would make elegant path weave-through facilitating target-line passes of special strategic advancements down-field in good old Detroit-city, Thanksgiving-football town for his Selfie age of lifestyle linked commentary adjectives for all citizens (Facebook-like!).

QB-SATAN: Here's a nice skeleton-doodle of my crayon-view of football defenses.

INTERVIEW: Something for kids who collect QB-cards these days (Selfie-like?).

QB-SATAN: Detroit's been adequately excellence for my interest in the game, pal!

INTERVIEW: Well, Detroit wants to see a Lombardi-trophy and has receiver-trades.

QB-SATAN: I doubt Detroit can endure with just rotating/backup QBs and catchers!

INTERVIEW: Well, you're doing great, and Detroit is 7-2, and midseason strikes, '24.

QB-SATAN: Thanx...kids will like this doodle expression for Selfie-football helmets.

Everything was (simply) shining for QB-Satan, the great prince of Detroit's Thanksgiving-football hospitality cleats, and despite the fact that the town-force of football offense/defense made American culture stamps for the holidays, it sought more now than just continued pie(s); it wanted a trophy. However, upstairs-office in Detroit-city talked about doing what was in-gossip...getting a string of excellent receivers to complement the adequate rotating/backup QBs on the roster...and trade QB-Satan to Cali (for the resource). Detroit would miss Satan, a prince of contests (ok).

INTERIVEW: Now, you're in the sunny City of Angels.

QB-SATAN: I visited here during college, saw Figueroa and stuff like jazz, beaches!

INTERVIEW: Los Angeles has become a Detroit conference rival, pal Satan.

QB-SATAN: Detroit traded me, hey, and got those flashy-catchers/receivers (ok).

INTERVIEW: The Los Angeles 'force' 5-4, and then you came to offer a miracle.

QB-SATAN: Well, Cali had those receivers but no QB; Detroit thought vice-versa.

INTERVIEW: Now, your Angeles-angels are 10-4 and looking to take-down Detroit!

QB-SATAN: I'm transformed (somehow)...got engaged (cheerleader)...life's beaches.

INTERVIEW: Good luck, Satan (Selfie-like).

Friends, Detroit was in Heaven when Amlan Satan was the marshal/QB; and Los Angeles was in Hell. Now things had reversed, and while Detroit continued its 'shining-hyperbole' for fanfare in Thanksgiving-town, across the coast/cities of the American Homeland, QB-Satan emerged as a transformed human, with new lines/language; and he effectively hoisted his Cali-team to the level of contest-windows he was half-famed for in Detroit (ok). In fact, Satan even offered-up that old crayon-doodle football force defense-helmet language doodle for youth-friendly commentary on social media he (once!) cheered in Detroit-city. This was a time of moves and shakes, and how would an athlete like Amlan Satan be marked (for the Ego)?