Hi Tony and DaqTrader. Suffering succotash, I'm sipping saki in the Osaka Hilton, a sensuous geisha by my side. How, you ask?
Friday morning 9:27am (USA ET)
After another sleep-deprived night resulting in the elimination of a proud USA team, I was slumped in front of my monitor drinking a much needed cup of coffee and performing my premarket visualization routines (censored). The phone rang.
me "ehhh?"
caller "Ullo! Umbanga dubgaa oopalom walla walla Subman."
The caller, an as yet unidentified male, was speaking in Wolof, an ethnic Senegalese dialect. My Wolof was a little rusty, but I have a good command of key phrases in 27 tongues which I immediately put to use.
me "Kurva anyad. English please."
caller "My name is Diatta Amara from the Senegalese Ministry of Sports."
The Nigerian scam? Was he going to offer me $30 million for the use of my bank account. Better hear him out.
caller "I've heard about your talents. Now that America is out of the World Cup, I want you to help the Senegalese team."
It's no secret that I'm probably one of the best football tacticians alive today. After a brilliant playing career in Europe which was prematurely cut short by an injury (caught in bed with the manager's daughter), my coaching services were a sought after commodity in the international arena.
9:30am (USA ET)
The market had opened. Like a submissive male in a bordello, PSFT was getting whipped about. Not yet time to enter.
me "How can I help you from here?"
caller "We have a car waiting for you. There's enough time for you to make it to Osaka for tomorrow's game against Turkey. Just grab your passport, we have everything else you need. Don't worry, you'll be well compensated."
I peeked out and could just discern the red, yellow and green colors of the Senegalese flag fluttering on the Yugo.
me "Could you be more specific vis-a-vis my payment?"
He mentioned a low 3-figure sum (IRS
).
Within seconds, I had found the Turkish Soccer Federation's Istanbul number and was dialling it on the second phone.
me "One minute, Diatta, I have another call."
The Turks weren't as generous, offering a free doner kebab at a local Turkish restaurant if I stayed home. Oh well, I always wanted to study the origins of candlestick charting.
9:33am (USA ET)
me "Diatta, I'm coming!"
Friday morning 9:27am (USA ET)
After another sleep-deprived night resulting in the elimination of a proud USA team, I was slumped in front of my monitor drinking a much needed cup of coffee and performing my premarket visualization routines (censored). The phone rang.
me "ehhh?"
caller "Ullo! Umbanga dubgaa oopalom walla walla Subman."
The caller, an as yet unidentified male, was speaking in Wolof, an ethnic Senegalese dialect. My Wolof was a little rusty, but I have a good command of key phrases in 27 tongues which I immediately put to use.
me "Kurva anyad. English please."
caller "My name is Diatta Amara from the Senegalese Ministry of Sports."
The Nigerian scam? Was he going to offer me $30 million for the use of my bank account. Better hear him out.
caller "I've heard about your talents. Now that America is out of the World Cup, I want you to help the Senegalese team."
It's no secret that I'm probably one of the best football tacticians alive today. After a brilliant playing career in Europe which was prematurely cut short by an injury (caught in bed with the manager's daughter), my coaching services were a sought after commodity in the international arena.
9:30am (USA ET)
The market had opened. Like a submissive male in a bordello, PSFT was getting whipped about. Not yet time to enter.
me "How can I help you from here?"
caller "We have a car waiting for you. There's enough time for you to make it to Osaka for tomorrow's game against Turkey. Just grab your passport, we have everything else you need. Don't worry, you'll be well compensated."
I peeked out and could just discern the red, yellow and green colors of the Senegalese flag fluttering on the Yugo.
me "Could you be more specific vis-a-vis my payment?"
He mentioned a low 3-figure sum (IRS
).Within seconds, I had found the Turkish Soccer Federation's Istanbul number and was dialling it on the second phone.
me "One minute, Diatta, I have another call."
The Turks weren't as generous, offering a free doner kebab at a local Turkish restaurant if I stayed home. Oh well, I always wanted to study the origins of candlestick charting.
9:33am (USA ET)
me "Diatta, I'm coming!"
Speaking Wolof, hahahahahhaha.