Category: Captain Selection Critical

We either change the Earth’s mind or slow-fade into the silent, imperceptible, ceaseless procession of the stars.

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer took pleasure in his thoughts. To everything that they proposed to him in a whisper on SupercoachTalk, he replied in his darkness: What is the use?

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

For god’s sake. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You’ve shaved. You… put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me Sandilands won’t be back all season.

So?

Mr. Gawn, you’re trying to seduce me.

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

HEY! What’s this day of rest crap?! What’s this bye bullcrap?! I don’t frickin’ care! It don’t matter to the Supercoach. But you’re not foolin’ me, man. You might fool Gil, in the league office, but you don’t fool Supercoach. This bush league psych out stuff. Laughable, man – HA HA! I would have kicked you in the ass, last week. I kick you in the ass this week instead. Wooo! You got a date Thursday, baby!

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

My team looked like it had been jammed into the spokes of a speeding Harley, and the only thing keeping it together was the flickering torment of Supercoach. It had been a bad trip. . . fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer. There was no escaping it: “The horror! The horror!. . . Exterminate all the brutes!”

** Incorporating The Numbers Game – Captains (By Adam) **

The drama’s done. Why then here does any one step forth? — Because one did survive the wreck.

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

I have all the characteristics of a normal Supercoach: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me, and I don’t know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of a trading frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

** Incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

Do I dare disturb the universe? In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

** Now incorporating The Numbers Game (By Adam) **

Other matches simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: Oliver snapping goals at dusk, the inclusion of Newman on a rainy Sunday, a Richmond supporter crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of goals or eight tackles, a contested possession or a one percenter . . . I hoard all these efforts like treasure. One day I hope to fasten them end to end in a half-mile streamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of Supercoach. It will keep the vultures at bay.

 **NOW INCORPORATING ADAM’S NUMBERS GAME **