February 4th, 2010 / 12:05 pm
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Group Effort #2 Results

It’s fitting that the author of the book that inspired my new favorite tv show should appear in this piece, particularly due to his “abiding hatred” for the blogosphere.  Thanks to all who participated. in the second installment of Group Efforts!

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS [REDUX]

We are goober. We are brontosaurus. In the back of a car, we are dumb luck.
We drink our quiet through a straw and piss whispers behind the neighbor’s shed.
Sometimes, when we are sleeping, ferns the size of houses make us cry. Not because we are sad. But because they are beautiful. And we are hungry.
*They,* however, have shown no interest in us or our activities. For that we are grateful, though not a little bemused.
Was it not they who, after considerable wining and dining, sold us on moving here?
Did they not offer our sons their daughters? We must be vigilant, lest we be unmoored.
[Our parents have no idea! Even though we are so close to home! They never know we are hungry! They never think we are asleep!]
And so one night we wake, the hunger in our heads spilling out like lantern light at last.
We shake our daughters from sleep and dress them, lacing their toe shoes and lowering their tulle veils. We tiptoe down the courtyard, past our full and sleeping parents, and lead our dancing daughters to their bridal feast.
Our greed is a moonslice on the gravel.
[I saw Buzz Bissinger in Pittsburgh. He sounds a lot like Lewis Black. Called a guy who asked a dumb, confrontational question a “fuckhead.” I like Buzz Bissinger a good deal.]
“Oh, woe!” cried the sisters. The tulle-veiled, toe-shoed, whispering fern-dream sisters. “We don’t like Pittsburgh! And we don’t like Lewis Black! Please don’t make us marry him! He sprays spittle! Every time he speaks!”
*Please don’t make us…
I read that Buzz Bissinger hung himself the next day. He didn’t even leave a note.
Just a birthday card from his mother. The card was three weeks late and did not even make a joke of its own belatedness. I doubt the sisters read the newspaper. I know *they* don’t. Our parents don’t read at all.

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6 Comments

  1. David E

      Very nice.

      One of the best scenes in that show is when Smash stops by Coach’s house to say thanks.

  2. David E

      Very nice.

      One of the best scenes in that show is when Smash stops by Coach’s house to say thanks.

  3. David E

      Very nice.

      One of the best scenes in that show is when Smash stops by Coach’s house to say thanks.

  4. ce.

      that ending hangs on and on. nice work, reynard. nice work, all involved.

  5. ce.

      that ending hangs on and on. nice work, reynard. nice work, all involved.

  6. ce.

      that ending hangs on and on. nice work, reynard. nice work, all involved.