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pskov · 12-30-2003, 04:26 PM

Damn, you posted the results and had all this written up.

I'll post it anyway, in a flashback kind of style.

Previously, Just After The Week 17 Victory

Monday mornging and QuikSand arrives at the stadium to prepare with coach Hansen for the playoffs. But first he gets a call to come into the owners office...

"Have a seat, Quik."

"Thanks Al."

"So, how do you feel about our chances in the playoffs? Think we can make it three in a row?"

"Well sir, it's gonna be tough, as always, but moreso this year. Our Defense just hasn't been stepping up and I'll be damned if I can remember whichever waiver guy we're starting at DT this week. Our run D has been pretty poor. However, on the otherside of the ball Deion has played fantastic and Gus, well, he's just Gus."

"Confident, Quik?"

"Yeah, I think we can do it again this year. No week off is a bummer, but we can deal with it."

"Good. I'm glad to see that confidence because you're gonna need it."

"Come again?"

"The directors and I reached a decision late last night that unless you win the championship, you're out of a job here. Sorry, Quik. I fought them as long as I could, you know that I would, I've always supported you here, but they have made up their minds and of course without the support of the directors I wouldn't survive here very long."

"What the hell! This is a joke right?"

Well, I was talking to Jen Hawkings, you know him, and K.C., well he's always wanted the GM role as well and.."

"Hansen's in on this!? That f*****! This is outrageous! I built this f****** franchise and you'd have nothing without me. You b******, you backstabbing..."

"Yes, I anticipated this reaction unfortunatley. *bzzzzz* Bob, Frank, come in here and escort Mr. Sand to his office."

"YOU *******!!! I'm GONNA ******* TEAR YOUR ************* BRAINS OUT....."

...and so the gaunlet was layed down. Will the Browns win it all three in a row and save QuikSands job? Will evil Coach Hansen, the backstabbing p****, sabotage his own teams efforts in order to obtain his coveted GM position? Or will the players ignore him in an effort to save their beloved GM's job? Find out soon, in, err, the previous post.

After The Game

QuikSand confronts the evil Hansen in the lockeroom after the game...

"Ha, I foiled your evil plan at NFL domination QuickSand. Now I am the sole ruler of the Browns!"

"What the f*** are you talking about Hansen? You f****** threw away the game to get the GM post! You're not some evil mastermind villan! D*******."

"That may be so, but nonetheless you have been removed from your position of evil and I alone now reign over these hallowed grounds. Begone! For I have no use for your skills now."

"You're such a f******* d*******. I'm gonna go to a new team and f****** cream your ass all over the f******* league! And to prove it, I'll do it with a clean house and... and I'll beat whatever team you coach in every single measurable category possible and, I'll, umm, I'll do it all with scrub coaches! Yeah. You'll see Hansen, I'll get you!"

And so it began....

12-30-2003, 04:26 PM	#123
pskov Mascot Join Date: Nov 2003	Damn, you posted the results and had all this written up. I'll post it anyway, in a flashback kind of style. Previously, Just After The Week 17 Victory Monday mornging and QuikSand arrives at the stadium to prepare with coach Hansen for the playoffs. But first he gets a call to come into the owners office... "Have a seat, Quik." "Thanks Al." "So, how do you feel about our chances in the playoffs? Think we can make it three in a row?" "Well sir, it's gonna be tough, as always, but moreso this year. Our Defense just hasn't been stepping up and I'll be damned if I can remember whichever waiver guy we're starting at DT this week. Our run D has been pretty poor. However, on the otherside of the ball Deion has played fantastic and Gus, well, he's just Gus." "Confident, Quik?" "Yeah, I think we can do it again this year. No week off is a bummer, but we can deal with it." "Good. I'm glad to see that confidence because you're gonna need it." "Come again?" "The directors and I reached a decision late last night that unless you win the championship, you're out of a job here. Sorry, Quik. I fought them as long as I could, you know that I would, I've always supported you here, but they have made up their minds and of course without the support of the directors I wouldn't survive here very long." "What the hell! This is a joke right?" Well, I was talking to Jen Hawkings, you know him, and K.C., well he's always wanted the GM role as well and.." "Hansen's in on this!? That f***! This is outrageous! I built this f** franchise and you'd have nothing without me. You b***, you backstabbing..." "Yes, I anticipated this reaction unfortunatley. bzzzzz* Bob, Frank, come in here and escort Mr. Sand to his office." "YOU *****!!! I'm GONNA *** TEAR YOUR ********* BRAINS OUT....." ...and so the gaunlet was layed down. Will the Browns win it all three in a row and save QuikSands job? Will evil Coach Hansen, the backstabbing p, sabotage his own teams efforts in order to obtain his coveted GM position? Or will the players ignore him in an effort to save their beloved GM's job? Find out soon, in, err, the previous post. After The Game QuikSand confronts the evil Hansen in the lockeroom after the game... "Ha, I foiled your evil plan at NFL domination QuickSand. Now I am the sole ruler of the Browns!" "What the f* are you talking about Hansen? You f**** threw away the game to get the GM post! You're not some evil mastermind villan! D***." "That may be so, but nonetheless you have been removed from your position of evil and I alone now reign over these hallowed grounds. Begone! For I have no use for your skills now." "You're such a f*** d***. I'm gonna go to a new team and f** cream your ass all over the f***** league! And to prove it, I'll do it with a clean house and... and I'll beat whatever team you coach in every single measurable category possible and, I'll, umm, I'll do it all with scrub coaches! Yeah. You'll see Hansen, I'll get you!" And so it began....