Jozef didn’t care why some people thought that naming a football or basketball team after some ethnic group was offensive–he didn’t care–who understood human logic anyway? As self-appointed PR guy for the “Butterfly Nation” he was pretty sure his offer of “The Gulf Fritillaries” for a Galveston team wouldn’t fly, but how about the “Butterflies”? He could move faster and was more agile than any running back he had ever seen, and no one else was using the name . . .
Kent (middle, back row) had heard Bob Marley’s song “Buffalo Soldiers” and was inspired. He cajoled and bullied his homies to go to the recruiting station and enlist, only to be told they couldn’t–how were they going to hold a rifle? The enlistment officer did suggest they try out as free agents for the NFL; they would make great defensive linebackers . . .
Ozzy was trying to hide from Belinda, his girl friend–he had stood her up and entirely missed their date. It had been accidental, he hadn’t meant to, but after watching the ball game with his buddies and having a couple of beers, he had fallen asleep in the big futon. Not knowing he had a date, his buddies just let him sleep. Why couldn’t this brush be a little taller . . .?
After a few beers at the local watering hole, the inevitable argument over teams– The Texan vs the Cowboys– got a little heated, and some of the guys proved to be real hot heads. Their buddies on both sides, egging them on, just seemed to add fuel to the fire . . .
When Ernest told his beer drinking buddies he had applied for and been rejected as goalkeeper for the U.S. Football ( Soccer) team for the World Cup, they all laughed and pointed out you had to be quick, lithe, and agile to be a winning goalkeeper. Once the U.S. was out, Earnest was quick to point out to his buddies that their theory on quick, lithe, and agile versus bulky hadn’t worked out all that well, had it . . . ?
When Johnnelle heard that the Washington Redskins had had their Redskins name and logo trademarks cancelled–supposedly five Native Americans were offended–she emailed the club explaining that she had gone on Facebook and Twitter to poll her fellow butterflies. Turns out none objected to having a major football club (pointy ball, not round) named after them. The name “The Butterflies” was theirs for the taking . . .
