Saints come Differential

Narration of why/how a football 'trophy' (card) acquisition signals Earthling jellyfish for a 'prince' of currency/leviathan.

Sports (football) album interest-tale (fiction). 

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I got a great American football QB-card during a Euro-currency examination for my journal, a Saints trophy I procured in a city in Europe, from a merchant who happened to collect sports cards from around the Earth (cricket, football, baseball, tennis). As a male investor in the imagery of competition/capitalism, I found this a great Euro-find (Facebook-like!).

READER: You're blogging now about this sports/football treasure, fan?

ME: I consider this Saints treasure a nice reflection of Super Bowl ad-culture!

READER: True, Super Bowl ads are all American; World Cup soccer is another.

ME: World Cup ad revenue is high outside the United States (ok).

READER: So, your football QB-trophy card from your Euro-journey is mirror.

ME: Good vanity...nice cleat-memento of what makes football jewelry.

READER: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

At an airport eats-hole in Europe, I enjoyed some zesty pea-cream topped soup, a great Earth world dish of hospitality languages and thought to myself why I'd cast my Saints-QB trophy/card in a special superstitions story-tell about incomplete-distances readings for the leviathan/uncertainty of war tempered by competition/contests for the games-of-cinema.

I had become a journal-man and complemented my Saints-trophy story-write with a crayon-doodle of what kind of football helmet 'hologram' would appeal to the youth of Earth (wow). I wanted my story about Saints/personals to catch it all for my Selfie-age of incomplete-arts for the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade bureaucracy-arts for war-medicine (Facebook-like!).

STORY_EXCERPT: "Why'd the prince think he saw the visiting-angel or specter or ghost of a winged beauty, a female humanoid, on the football-field where he lamented the loss of a friend post-deed of a 'fantastic' accomplishment for game field goals...was he going insane or simply finding that beauty-art of football's veal for everyone?"

Would I win the Pulitzer for this novel concept (now)? I felt like my Euro-journey and football trophy acquisition linked me to the great journal-men of our 'fare-rich' Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade activity for vanities (wow). Was football the medicine for war and betrayal? What do you think (Selfie-like)?

"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)