The Rutabagas Remember
1042 words long
It was obvious to Coach Curtis what the rutabagas were doing the moment he stumbled into their field.
Notes from the author:
Sometimes it's fun just to write something that's absurd. And while any writing prompt can potentially lead to absurdity, I'm finding it happens more often when I use InspiroBot.
InspiroBot is “an artificial intelligence dedicated to generating unlimited amounts of unique inspirational quotes for endless enrichment of pointless human existence.” When you click GENERATE, it pairs an image with a pseudo-quote, producing a combination much like those motivational posters you’ve seen satired to death all across the internet.
I say "pseudo-quote" because the words accompanying each image are clearly generated by the AI rather than plucked whole from some text source. Where, I ask you, would you find a quote like, "Can you picture how it would be if lawyers showed some interest in the well-being of vegetables?"
I decided that the man in the corresponding image was contemplating teaching rutabagas how to play basketball, and that’s how we got to where we are today.
Rutabagas don’t get much of a chance to play basketball. The big leagues overlook them. The minor leagues never invite them to try out. Even the little co-ed teams in their hometowns’ recreational leagues have forgotten about the rutabagas. And there’s never room for them on the schedule at the neighborhood gymnasium, whose manager would have certainly charged them extortionate rental rates if the thought had even crossed her mind.
So it’s left to the rutabagas to play in the dirt fields they call home, where as often as not they’re bullied off their makeshift court by wandering chickens and barn cats on the prowl. No talent scouts watch them play. No talent scout would even recognize the game they were playing, what with the lack of a ball, the absence of dribbling, the total dearth of movement.
Coach Curtis thought the talent scouts wouldn’t recognize an up-and-coming star if he or she set a down screen under their noses. It was obvious to him what the rutabagas were doing the moment he stumbled into their field. They were positioned in a 1-3-1 defense, plain as day. All they needed was an opposing team.
The very next day, Coach Curtis went to work....
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