Rotter Nation was rocked today by news that Minister of Agitprop/Star Halfback Pete Farquhar will be out 6 weeks with a gruelling, swollen, puss-oozing, bruised lateral ankle sprain. Dr. Sarah DeWitt of Raleigh Foot and Ankle gave the prognosis today, or perhaps the diagnosis, whatever, but anyway she ordered Farquhar to wear annoying support devices for the rest of his natural life.
Rotter Pete will still use his nimble fingers to update these pages at irregular intervals, but there is some question as to his ability to mount the stairs to Horniblows. Will his comrades have to bring him down beers, as he drinks alone in the Minivan of Victory? Time will tell.
Farquhar joins a long Honor Roll of Rotter Wounded, including Jacob (groin, liver), Sam (knees, cardio-vascular system), Carpenter brothers (knees, lungs, sibling rivalry), Charles (something), plus the array of psychological disorders shared by the rest of the squad.
Are the Rotters like the French in '40? Or the French in '54? Or the French in '06? Will they cry, like Roberto Duran, "no mas!"? Does anyone remember Roberto Duran?
No, the Rotters don't even know the meaning of the word "surrender," or, for that matter, of most words with more than two syllables. They will fight to the last man, or the last woman, or perhaps to the last dog tied to the last fence. But they will triumph, or, better yet, tie.
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