It never occurred to Arly
Hockrood that Jack worshipped him for his powerful mind but hated him for his
inconsiderate ways. Although he didn’t
do it every week, Hockrood often asked Jack what his questions were—the ones
Jack had been afraid to ask at the previous Monday’s Quarterback Lunch. Like an admiring idiot, Jack usually revealed
his questions.
“Jesus, Alexander! That’s not an important
question!” Hockrood always snapped
back. “You gotta learn to ask
significant questions, boy, real good ones, timeless ones! You gotta be a student of the game if you’re
gonna be a student of the game!”
Jack had quite a bit of trouble trying to
figure out what Arly Hockrood meant by that last profundity. He also had trouble with “timeless,
significant” questions about football.
He studied video, watched all the coach’s shows, read every word he
could about the Tuskers, but still his questions about football didn’t seem
important enough, at least to satisfy Hockrood.
So Jack usually came home depressed, as well as excited, hostile and
aggressive, after the rich AEPI founder had made the rounds of the sales offices. Sometimes on the way home Jack would wonder
why football aroused all these simultaneous emotions in him. Then he would try to shake off his feelings
so he could be a little bit nice to Suzi, even though she wouldn’t be very
responsive until Saturday, when Jack would have other things on his mind.
On Thursday evenings, Suzi was sympathetic
but not very patient.
“Well, Jack, what were your questions?”
He’d tell her. More often than not, Suzi would say something
that made Jack realize how stupid his questions were. Suzi had about as much love for Big Red
football as Arly Hockrood did, but she didn’t study the games for the purpose
of making trouble. She just loved to see
Archie prance around on the field. Suzi
was just naive and innocent, thought Jack, at least about football. What he didn’t realize was that in watching
the televised games so she could see Archie, she’d picked up a certain amount
of insight into the way football was played.
Of course her brilliant mind kept a jump ahead of the sport by
wrestling, in its boredom, with the second most timeless and significant
question of all: How should football be
played?
And, from her philosophy classes back at
the University of Nebraska, taken back when the football team was the miserable
losing Cornhuskers, Suzi remembered that you could easily convert a somewhat
significant question into a truly important one simply by replacing the word
“how” with the word “why.” For example,
one could ask not “how . . . “ but “why should football be played?”
This question was the precise one that the
evil wealthy genius Arly Hockrood had asked himself every day since he’d been a
youth in college.
(College football in the year 2090! TUSKERS is available on kindle, nook, and from smashwords, and as a really nice paperback from createspace. That paperback would make a great gift for some rabid college football fan!)
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