“Paisanos! We are in waters I ain’t seen in a long time!”
Now, I am a student of history, and I’m pretty sure Chris never navigated the Allegheny, Monongahela and Ohio, but if he woulda, that, like many Wolfpackers, is what he’d have said. Trust me. Pretty sure he warned pilots about rocks along the way, too. “Awhhh…funculo! There goes the Santa Maria. Minchia!”
Road games are like the stuff Christibol went through. Ripe with unfamiliarity, angst at not really knowing the lay of the land and the disposition of the natives. This Pack crew knows absolutely nothing about the Panthers. Never encountered them, never seen ’em in their habitat, ‘cept for some Marlin Perkins films.
“Jim! Are you aware that these Panther Sophomores are the #30 ranked recruiting class?”
“Yes, Marlin. They are young and wirey, and not yet wise in their ways. Their Alpha padded on off to Buffalo.”
“Yeah, Jim. They also have this trainer called Narduzzi. Like handlers before him, he has that panther instinct to orchestrate kills on inattentive prey, no matter the current state of the pride.”
“Yep. Marlin? Hey wait. Have we ever seen a pride of panthers? I don’t think so. Those cats are sneaky enough on their own. Did you know that Columbus returned with only two ships?”
” Sure, Jim. What the hell does Columbus have to do with panthers?”
“Nothing, really, Marlin. Wanna discuss Captain Cook and Hawaiians? I got some film of that. Poor devil got cocky and lost more than a ship.”
