[From the archives of the Museum of Modern American
Culture.]
The time: The
1890s. The place: Oklahoma City.
Some urchins on the wrong side of the trolley-tracks were too poor to afford a nice round
and proper ball -- but they managed to salvage a discarded and half-deflated
one from a trashcan out back of the whorehouse that doubled as an abortion
clinic. Scraping off certain
fluids scarcely to be identified,
they beheld their prize: in shape,
something between a limp blimp and a sat-on hoagie. They attempted to hurl the thing through the air, but that
proved impossible; so they kicked
it, savagely, along the gutters.
Thus was “FOOTBALL” born.
Later, a team of Mafia engineers perfected the shape,
arriving at the familiar “pinched ends” under the influence of the well-known
passages in Ecclesiastesicus (“Yea, why is the rat’s turd tapered at both ends?” -- “Verily, so that his ass-hole doth not snap shut.”)
For obvious reasons, this pastime soon died out, and is all
but unknown in our day.
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