A Card for Theses {American Quadrating}

College environment 'intrigue' makes for superstitious border-controls between teacher-student in this tale of cards-and-yolk.

A college-campus intrigue yarn, for superstitions and sports! Happy Thanksgiving, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was now an assistant professor of sociology at a respected New England college and wanted to find special American Homeland Earthling superstitions imagery for sports-trophy image relevant for his modern Selfie-age readings of lifestyle drawn social activity magic for the Ego and chose one (baseball) card for Facebook-culture friendly adjective/cleats. Follow along.

SHELBYE: I read your Avery-Braves thing on social media, professor.

AMLAN: I'm just an assistant...thought I'm writing a doctorate on the psychology of statistics-IQ.

SHELBYE: Weird, but it's cute, even for this starchy New England campus, teacher-man (wow).

AMLAN: I'm not allowed to court affections made by students, young lady (ok).

SHELBYE: Sure?

Folks, Satan's card of trophy-IQ was really something, a nod to 20th-Century baseball diamonds of great fan-superstition and/or weight; and it (surely) drew the admiration of lovely-student Shelbye who sought to court the bright American teacher's for his acumen with sports storytelling for competition cleats (for the Ego!). However, Amlan, a reserved prince-fellow, decided this was not to be some special star-line for extracting advantage; after all, the Braves were considered one of the more democratic teams in the American Homeland field of the pastime (sure).

PROFESSOR STARLING: You spook easy, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: Hey, I'm working on my doctorate to get tenure and full-time position (all that!).

STARLING: Then you need to determine Shelbye's shtick for making mark of you as doll, friend.

AMLAN: You said it!

STARLING: You think she's got some sports-gamblers/cards collectors wage on the brain?

AMLAN: Maybe she's a pirate (I dunno), Starling.

STARLING: Good luck (Selfie-like).

Mr. Amlan Satan spent a lonely New England campus holiday-season in November enjoying a cool world-exchanges 'reflection' soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and thought (deeply-now if incompletely!) about Shelbye's courting offers to become his lady, should he decide to gift her his Avery-Braves treasure that inspired storyboards for social media culture in the American Homeland (wow). What would he do? He knew as a man of ethics, this wasn't the idealized path to sports-sociology promotions for hyperbole. He found Shelbye attractive...but dangerous. Maybe, he thought, the best thing to do was simply to invite her to his college apartment for luchi and wine for baseball-talk and Romanticism academic (ha).

SHELBYE: You guessed my treasure-eye for sports-culture yearning, Satan.

AMLAN: Call me Amlan, young-lady (ok).

SHELBYE: I'll make love to ya.

AMLAN: I can't.

SHELBYE: What's your glitch, Earth-man?
AMLAN: What if you're from Mars...I dunno?

SHELBYE: Is Avery and cards that valuable to ya, Satan?

AMLAN: Yes.

SHELBYE: You're divorced, right?

AMLAN: Maybe...but your class is what's of concern (alright?).

SHELBYE: You'll change mind, sweet-man.

AMLAN: What's it?

SHELBYE: Baseball always extrapolates to friendship.

AMLAN: Selfie-like (hmmm).

"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)