Sundays With Ingrid: Ready For Some Football?
Stacy came over. “What’s a flea-flicker?”
“No idea,” Ingrid said. “Why?”
“The other team’s going to try a flea-flicker on the very first play,” Stacy said. “I heard their coaches talking about it.”
“Want a burger?” Ingrid said.
“No money on me.”
“Here,” said Ingrid, forking a slightly too-blackened patty into a bun and handing it to her. “Compliments of the Boosters.”
“Boosters rule,” said Stacy, squirting on some ketchup and taking a big bite. “Think we should tell anybody? Ty maybe?”
Flea-flicker. What could it be? “Watch the burgers,” Ingrid said.
She hurried across the parking lot, around the end zone, and up the sideline. The Red Raiders were in their formations now, the offense practicing plays against the defense, like they always did at the end of warm-up. Ty, a defensive back, was only a few yards from her. He looked huge in his pads and uniform, almost like another person; except for his face, small behind the bars of the mask.
“Ty,” she called, in kind of a stage whisper.
“Ty.” A little louder.
Then came some shouted gibberish, “Thirty-six, red left, hut, hut,” and everybody crashed together, grunting and bellowing. Number 43 knocked Ty to the ground. Ty sprang back up with a sort of roar, like he was all charged up from getting pummeled. Ingrid had seen a show on the Discovery Channel about territorial skirmishes between troops of chimpanzees. This was just like that.
“Ty,” she called, full volume now.
Ty and number 43 were face-to-face, banging their heads together, completely oblivious to her. Ingrid stepped across the sideline. Both players whirled around immediately.
“What the hell?” said Ty.
“It’s important,” Ingrid said.
“Get off the field,” Ty said. His eyes were maniacal.
He yelled something obscene at her.
“You’re a stupid jerk,” Ingrid said.
“Power goat left, on two, hut, hut, HUT.”
Crash. Ty got knocked down again. Ingrid left him there, went back to the grill, took over from Stacy.
“How did that go?” Stacy said.
“Hard to say,” Ingrid said. “They seem to be under a spell right now.”
From Down the Rabbit Hole.
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