Tampa Bay Pirates
Keelhaul Oakland Pirates
Geriatric Californians no match for Floridian Uruk-Hai on speed
NEIL ZAPRUDER
A representation of what went on at the Super Bowl, re-enacted by the commune staff.
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Fooling a number of coaches, commentators and even full football teams since early September, the senile gang of Geritol-guzzlers known as the Oakland Raiders were finally unmasked and had their walkers pulled out from under them by a lightning-swift squad of relentless assassins that call themselves the Tampa Bay Buccaneers here Sunday in Super Bowl XXXVII.
The hapless Raiders turned off their hearing aids, took out their dentures, curled up and lay down together on the 50-yard line, happily playing Roman-era Christians to the Bucs’ roaring lions. When the final gun sounded, the sky was rent, the sun became as sackcloth, and lo, the moon became as Al Davis’ pompadoured head. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth among the Raiders’ fans, and much cheering and ritual spilling of virgin blood from the fans of the Buccaneers. The final score was 487 to 13, but it wasn’t really as close as all that.
Quarterback Brad Johnson, 12 and-a-half-year-old leader of the Tampa Bay eleven, completed over 800 passes, while 9-year-old wunderkicker Martin Gramatica booted so many field goals that the officials simply lost count and awarded the team a collective 212 additional points in the fourth quarter.
Commented 96-year-old wide receiver Jerry Rice, “What did you say? Did I take my medicine today? My granddaughter brings that fool-ass boyfriend of hers—he steals my stuff out of the garage. Huh? Who are you, anyway?”
Rice, who scored the only Raider touchdown on a 48-yard pass in the third quarter, became the oldest man to ever score a touchdown in a football game, let alone a Super Bowl. He was able to get open when two Tampa Bay defensive backs were caught out of position while giving the business to three of the “really cute” cheerleaders in the parking lot outside Qualcomm Stadium. Rice said he would have joined the defensive backs if only he’d seen the cheerleaders as well, but “I didn’t have my distance glasses with me today. Besides, at my age, I need to tie a popsicle stick to it to get it to work anyway. Wait—who are you again?”
Wide receiver Tim Brown, a comparative youngster at age 88, and only slightly more lucid, added, “You know, we play them one game at a time. It’s all right, we’ll win next week.” Reminded that the Super Bowl marks the end of football season, Brown responded, “The what? No, no, we play the Baltimore Colts next week, I’m sure of it. That Unitas fella, he’s a tough bird. Did I take my medicine today?”
Ninety-three-year-old quarterback Rich Gannon: “We got jobbed by the refs on the coin toss. Did you see it? Everybody hates the Raiders, son. Everybody. Anyway, aren’t we playing Sid Gillman’s squad next week? We got to start planning for that game soon.” Gannon set a record by having 37 passes intercepted and run back for touchdowns, 26 in the first half alone, and 16 other passes intercepted and mailed directly to various Tampa players’ homes to be auctioned off for top dollar on eBay sometime in the next month.
“Huh? Maybe I’ll bid on one of those,” said Gannon, before he walked off the field aimlessly and was finally picked up in a bad neighborhood in Chula Vista, where he had been asking residents if they had seen his pajamas and whether or not he had taken his medicine that morning.
Defensive lineman Warren Sapp, a grizzled Buccaneer veteran at 16, had an amazing 73 sacks, 326 tackles and two hurries. He is known to his Tampa Bay teammates as “that raging fucking lunatic, watch out he doesn’t get too close to you, he’ll break both your legs and shatter a kneecap just as soon as look at you.” When asked for a post-game comment, he began screaming gutturally and waving his helmet around him in a wide circle for close to twenty minutes, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head the whole time.
“Agga-ragga-wompona-wooo-hooo-haaa!! Whooo-ooo-eeeee sumbitch mothafuckin’ sheeee-it bitch and a bastard god-DAYUM fuckin’ ay!” he finally concluded. Asked for his assessment of the defensive plan, Sapp just muttered, “Fuck that, man, I’m dizzy,” then said something completely unintelligible and threw up on NFL Commissioner Paul Tagliabue’s tassled loafers.
Teammate Ronde Barber, a defensive back who will turn 14 next month, just shook his head at Sapp’s antics and murmured, “At least he ain’t got the rattlesnakes in his hands and his mouth this time. That’s when he’s really scary.”
Asked if he could sum up the Bucs’ strategy going into the game, Barber concurred with 11-year-old linebacker Derrick Brooks and head coach Jon Gruden, 20, that “The main thing was knees in the nuts from the word go, man, then slappin’ them on they liver spots and talkin’ shit about they grandchildren.”
the commune news if officially out $500. Boner Cunningham didn’t enjoy the actual game so much as he enjoyed the stop over in Las Vegas on the way to San Diego where he put five large on the Bucs, taking the points. “I should have bet the over, too,” says Boner, who, even after winning big, is still too cheap to take his editors or anyone on the staff out for a nice steak dinner.
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