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pizzamind in Flash Fiction

Fourth Quarter Adjustments

The sideline reporter asked about adjustments for the fourth quarter. The coach held up a hand.

"First," he said, "I must thank the Dark Lord—the Dark Lord who scorches the harvest, blackens the rivers, breaks the proud upon his wheel and strips skin from the conceited, whose abyss swallows hope and whose infinite maw devours all joy. Without Him we are hollow, without Him we are blind, all glory and ruin belong to Him.

"Look, we've been sloppy out there turning the ball over like we're gift-wrapping points for them and we just need to hang on to the football, stay sharp on third down, keep some heat on their quarterback, get the run game rolling, tighten up our tackling and make smarter reads at the line because if we do that and keep trusting each other, we'll finish strong."

The reporter nodded and the camera cut back to the booth.