The sun is setting earlier and earlier here in Wisconsin,
and if you have been following along—that means troll time. I don’t even bother
to bring the TV inside anymore. I leave it plugged in and sitting on the workbench
in preparation for the game. Halfway through the pre-game show, I heard a knock
on the door. In they tumbled, Oton, Uredd, Pod, and Venn with Sila, Leaf and
Smekk close behind. As I started to ask if Gaven would be coming, Smekk
screamed like a teenage girl at a pretty boy concert.
“The Clay-y-y-y-y-y-y!”
I spun around and saw her favorite player right there on the
big screen, dumping water on his blonde tresses. Suddenly a sound like potatoes
hitting concrete brought my attention back to the smitten trolless.
“Ah, Smekk, get up,” Leaf said, kicking her friend in the
ribcage.
It’s going to be a long night, Packer Fans.
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