Tiny South East State College in Brisket, Georgia is
creating quite a stir, with its decision to appoint God its
defensive line coach for the coming football season.
"It was a natural evolution for us' says Billy Joe
Jones, head coach of the reigning division 4
champion South East State Wild Turkeys. "We took a
look at the other teams we were playing, and they
were doing the same as we were before the games:
huddling and praying to God for a win.
"How was God going to choose which side to support?
Was he going to play the odds? Would it depend on
which uniform he liked the best? It was a
"So the answer to us seemed obvious: give him a
stake in the success of the team."
So far, the Wild Turkeys are off to a respectable 2-1 start, their only loss a
last minute heart breaker at the hands of their arch rival, the Vidalia College
Onion Choppers. "They threw a Hail Mary pass on the last play of the game"
explains Jones "and I think we were too respectful of the play's namesake to
defend it aggressively."
So how has God worked out as a coach? "He doesn't yell and scream much," noted defensive teams captain
Zeke Pakowski. "We kind of have to sit still and divine what he wants. But it
works: we focus on the outcome we want. And it's cleaned up the language in the
God's apparent success with the Wild Turkeys may
soon lead to a bidding war for his services,
predicted sports marketing expert Bill Mallman.
"It's only a matter of time before some Tier 1
college makes him an offer he can't refuse," he
said, "and after that, who knows ... maybe the NFL,
if he plays his cards right."
But have Jones and the Wild Turkeys bought
themselves an unfair advantage? After all, wouldn't
every team like to have an omnipotent force on its
side? "He's very careful in situations like this"
Jones replied. "He always leaves a few tricks on the
table." "I also want to stress that he's got an open
ended contract with us," said Jones. "He can walk
whenever he wants."
Jones added with a chuckle that he hoped God would
stick with the team the whole season. "That way, I
can just bring water to the year end party and he
can turn it into beer."
Jones declined to reveal how much God was being paid
but sources indicate that it could be as high as 10%
of net team revenue. Despite several attempts, we
were unable to reach God to interview him for this
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