Years ago I went to a dinner party. In attendance at this party were an old soldier, who had traveled extensively in India and a Houston Oilers fan. After dinner, over brandy and cigars, the Oilers fan was complaining about Bud Adams’s management of the team. He was quite right of course, but not wanting the conversation to stray into distressing territory I interrupted and asked the soldier about an amulet I spotted on a nearby shelf.
“Oh, that, the Monkey’s Paw. It’s a bit of old magic you could say, best to leave it alone”
The mention of magic captured everyone’s interest and we pressed him to explain.
“An old fakir made it, to impress on people the power of fate. Mess with it at your own peril. It’s a rather shriveled old thing, but it is invested with the power to grant three men, three wishes. I’ve had mine. I hold onto it to prevent it creating more mischief”
The Oilers fan scoffed at this, and desired the item for himself. Reluctantly the soldier agreed, but begged him not to use the wishes, lest a horrible fate befall him.
Then and there the Oilers fan, somewhat drunk at this point, grabbed the paw and loudly wished, “I WISH BUD ADAMS DIDN’T OWN THE HOUSTON OILERS.” The next day the headline on the paper proclaimed the Oilers were leaving the city, and would henceforth be the Nashville Oilers. His wish had come true, Bud no longer owned the HOUSTON Oilers, but at what cost?! From that day he wandered listlessly through life, a man without a fandom. He tried rooting for the Cowboys, but he felt too dirty inside. One day, as he watched a football match with a depressing lack of interest, he remembered. The Paw! He still had two wishes left!
He hurriedly dug the paw out from the back of his closet, behind the pants where no one would ever look. He took the paw in his hand, and once more he made a wish.
“I wish Houston had an NFL team again.”
The paw jumped in his hand and he dropped it in horror. He walked back to the TV and the game was different. Some team called the “Houston Texans” was playing. “The Texans?” he thought, “I suppose they are my team now.” The next Sunday he want to a local sports bar to watch the “Texans” play. None of the TVs were showing the game, so he asked the bartender to put it on. “The who now? That’s a dumb name for a football team.” commented the bartender. He had never heard of the team, no one in the bar had. It was the same everywhere. He was the only Texans fan. When he tried to talk football with his buddies they all just sort of tuned him out. He was alone. Bitterly, utterly, alone. He took up the paw one last time. Sadly, he uttered his last wish. “I wish I wasn’t a Texans fan.”
His surroundings faded, and his consciousness filled with aggression and superfluous spikes. His closet filled with black and silver. The next week he was stabbed to death at a Raiders game.
This is exactly how horror stories work.
Also,
OAK (3-3)
HOU (2-5)
I was thinking of doing the 49rs, but the Raiders just seemed more fitting.
NSFW: woman’s sexual organ:
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/sorry
No I’m not.
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………is this thing on?
Emergency room doctor: “Yes, this may leave a mark.”
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I had to go to the DMV today. I got there at 11AM they closed at 1, I only had to renew my license. I was the penultimate person to get in, just before 1. When I walked out there were 5 cops from the local constabulary trying to keep the peace.
Is this where we’re talking about teh beisbol?
/Let’s go Mets.
were I meant.
No I didn’t. I’m a little drunk.
Next scary story : nomonkeyfun and his inner, drunken grammar nazi!
My inner, drunken grammar Nazi, would make early Therisestadt seem like a walk in the park.
/No offense
I feel ya; this was my work anniversary cake.
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Oh yeah, he’s fucking that cake.
Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy
ssssssssssslllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooowllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy.
I would love to see what would happen if Andy Reid got his hands on one of these. Would he use all his wishes to conjure up savory dishes, or would he blow all his wishes wishing for more time to figure out what he should wish for?
All I know is that I’m quite sure of that Fred Smoot would do with it.
Now that’s what I call a good satisfying twist! Really well done!
BTW, the monkey image shocked the shit out of me when I saw it pop up after refreshing the main page. In what fresh hell did you find that?
University College London owns it as a stuffed specimen. I also had the option of a scary cymbal monkey, but that feels like a different story.
After the stories about David Cameron we know the English ruling class is somewhat unconventional.
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This is the most horrifying one yet!