Ken Stabler was like a snake. He zig-zagged all over the football field and slithered toward the goal line.
Teammates knew he had no real venom. He never bad-mouthed his fellow players during the football games.
Then he found he could not slither any more. He had to be crafty to defeat his opponents.
In one of the games his team was down by 6 points and down to its last play. He was about to be tackled. He had nowhere to run and no one to throw the ball to.
He refused to give up.
That meant breaking the rules.
He rolled the ball to a teammate upfield. The teammate then rolled the ball to another teammate, who fell on it in the end zone.
The other team cried foul. They pleaded with the zebras to call a penalty.
But the Snake got away with it. Guess the zebras were blind as bats. He rolled the dice and the other team came up snake-eyes. The San Diego Chicken fainted in horror.
Teammates knew he had no real venom. He never bad-mouthed his fellow players during the football games.
Then he found he could not slither any more. He had to be crafty to defeat his opponents.
In one of the games his team was down by 6 points and down to its last play. He was about to be tackled. He had nowhere to run and no one to throw the ball to.
He refused to give up.
That meant breaking the rules.
He rolled the ball to a teammate upfield. The teammate then rolled the ball to another teammate, who fell on it in the end zone.
The other team cried foul. They pleaded with the zebras to call a penalty.
But the Snake got away with it. Guess the zebras were blind as bats. He rolled the dice and the other team came up snake-eyes. The San Diego Chicken fainted in horror.
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