Fielded this Time: Physic

Sports Sunday (television) makes for good medicine in an Earth of rocky frowns.

A sports culture dialysis. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of sports-fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Philadelphia) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translation). 

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Well, it was Sunday and football shined in the American Homeland, which is why I found some cool age reading of Cleveland-Philly micro-rivalry medicine for Earth-woes (Facebook-like!).

READER: I anticipate a boring 20-13 triumph for Cleveland, friend.

ME: I doubt it; there's equal hand line for a taut game of cool strategy here/now.

READER: Both teams seem to be under that shadowlands struggle umbrella.

ME: Well, I've been to both stadiums, and it's the time of Cleveland, me thinks.

READER: At least the Eagles have a Lombardi.

ME: Browns lost their shiny QB to the Orange State (damn).

Fortunately for me, there was no dark event in the grounds of competition idealism that day between Cleveland-Philly, despite what we'd all become accustomed to in the 21st-Century Blue Planet of troubles imagery for reflections of real world woe (e.g., Coronavirus). Football was any given Sunday (ok).

GIRLFRIEND: I made you this doodle.

ME: It's you!

GIRLFRIEND: You need some Sunday-TV accoutrement...some flyer avatar.

ME: I used to live in Philadelphia, City of Brotherly Love, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: Life's a beach (sometimes).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)