08-12-2019, 06:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-12-2019, 06:39 PM by IsaStarcrossed.)
Today ESPNNSFL had a source release ground shattering news. As of today, potential top prospect Bjørn Ironside is refusing to play for the Norfolk SeaWolves. As one of the two expansion teams, it is very likely that Norwich could receive the top pick in this season's draft. This new revelation could change the entire landscape of the coming DSFL season. A person could ask what could possibly bring such a normally level headed prospect like Bjørn Ironside to such a rash decision. As it turns out, it all started with tacos.
On August, 12 2019 at roughly 5:00 pm EST, @NylarthePhoenix was announced as the new general manager of the young expansion team. He immediately opened himself up to a press conference where he quickly managed to become one of the most adored GMs in the DSFL. He was on fire, answering questions left and right and winning over the masses with ease. Even Bjørn seemed to be impressed with this new talent. It didn't take long for everything to devolve.
As Nylar was answering queries, one was raised about the true name of his new franchise. One prospect submitted an official petition to rename Norfolk to Norwich. This presentation swiftly gained steam. It was then that Bjørn spoke up, his love of food always at the front of his mind. He present a radical idea to cut out all of the muck, skip all the debate, and simply declare this franchise as the Sandwich SeaWolves. It fit. It had real alliteration. It was such a ground breaking idea that even Nylar had to agree with it.
Nylar quickly went to work on the required documents to submit this change to the commissioner. He even went as far as taking the esteemed title Sandwich Admiral. This man in quick succession became Bjørn's new favorite GM. According to witnesses at the scene, Bjørn was suddenly imagining what it would be like to play for the Sandwich SeaWolves. He was heard talking excitedly about how he would follow Sandwich Admiral Nylar into the depths of battle wherever he may go. It seemed that this young prospect was suddenly determined to do everything he could to become one of the top two picks so he could be the leader of this franchise and take it to greatness.
Sandwich Admiral Nylar continued his conference with relative poise and direction. Deep discussions began about who the best starters were in Pokemon. There was a brief debate about if Chikorita was a slut or not. He even went as far as making Bjørn assurances that there would be no fines for murder! One of the most pressing concerns for the future of Bjørn's career was cleared up just like that. The snap of a finger. Everything was going the right direction for this GM and his franchise. So young, just starting off, and they could be the favorites in the coming DSFL season. The whole time Bjørn was daydreaming about his new future.
That's when everything began to unravel for the Sandwich Admiral. Commissioner @ADwyer87 aka High Overlord had been present and a rogue agent in the crowd called him out. Apparently the High Overlord had once made a declaration that hot dogs were in fact by definition a sandwich. This had angered this rogue agent who had managed to sneak his way into the press conference just for this purpose. As it turns out, many of our prospects have very strong opinions about this subject.
The entire press conference was derailed. Sides were taken, lines were drawn, and soon a full scale war was declared over the subject. You had insults hurling left and right, chairs flying up a down, and people running for their lives. Witness talk about the absolute chaos that unfolded at the scene as if the trenches of World War 1 were simple child's play. Throughout all of this, Bjørn had not left his seat. He was sitting there, humming along and enjoying his day dreams.
You see, Bjørn didn't really care about the debate. Who really took sandwiches or hot dogs seriously? They were food and Bjørn loved all foods. He didn't care what they were called or what they were defined as. They all pleased the taste buds, they all pleased the stomach. Bjørn had much more pressing concerns. What would he need to do to impress Sandwich Admiral Nylar? How much more work would he need to have a chance at playing for the Sandwich Seawolves? He had big aspirations. Murdered quarterbacks, broken offensive lines, and a trophy case filled to the brim with awards as they reached greatness together. It was all so simple in his mind. That was until the words were spoken. Words that can never be taken back, words that cannot be hidden from.
Sandwich Admiral Nylar made the suggestion that tacos could also be considered sandwiches. No one actually knows if it was his idea or if he was simply presenting an option to show how absurd the debate truly was. Whatever the source of this suggestion was, it resulted with an absolute roar from Bjørn Ironside. A few unnerved prospects mentioned the floor shaking as the man unleashed a raw, guttural sound that would have put most horror movie villains to shame.
You see, while a debate between sandwiches and hot dogs was completely irrelevant to Bjørn, tacos were serious business. Tacos were Bjørn's life blood, his essence, everything he lives for. Bjørn doesn't need money. He would work for any franchise for free if it meant unlimited tacos. The mere mention of such blasphemy towards his beloved tacos caused him to point a finger at Sandwich Admiral Nylar and speak in such a low, harsh tone that the entire room silenced. "You do NOT bring tacos into this. Tacos are their own, beautiful entity and you shall not compare them with such wretched, base things." Bjørn was then seen storming out of the conference, not even bothering to take a second glance at his beloved Sandwich Admiral. His respect for the man was lost and he now had a grudge to bear.
Rival prospect Trae Bacon was the first to reach out to Bjørn after the event to see how he was taking things. According to Trae, Bjørn declared loud enough for anyone who would listen to hear. "I will NOT play for any man who would dare insult tacos. Comparing tacos to any other food is a slap in the face. I will no longer play for the Sandwich Seawolves!
That is how we got to this point. This draft week is really starting to spice up with all of this new drama coming to the surface. Would Sandwich Admiral Nylar even consider taking Bjørn now? How will this now impact Bjørn's draft stock? Will other general managers now question his devotion to the sport? What is really more important to the defensive tackle? Sacks or tacos?
Edit: It has now come to ESPNNSFL's attention that in the last few hours that Bjørn has since softened his stance towards the Sandwich Seawolves organization. He's made a demand. "I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. I was real excited though. The Sandwich Seawolves and me? We could do beautiful things together. I'll make Sandwich Admiral Nylar a deal. If he makes a payment of 1000 tacos to Bjørn Ironhide's direct account and if you select me, we can put this all behind me and we can put out best foot forward."
On August, 12 2019 at roughly 5:00 pm EST, @NylarthePhoenix was announced as the new general manager of the young expansion team. He immediately opened himself up to a press conference where he quickly managed to become one of the most adored GMs in the DSFL. He was on fire, answering questions left and right and winning over the masses with ease. Even Bjørn seemed to be impressed with this new talent. It didn't take long for everything to devolve.
As Nylar was answering queries, one was raised about the true name of his new franchise. One prospect submitted an official petition to rename Norfolk to Norwich. This presentation swiftly gained steam. It was then that Bjørn spoke up, his love of food always at the front of his mind. He present a radical idea to cut out all of the muck, skip all the debate, and simply declare this franchise as the Sandwich SeaWolves. It fit. It had real alliteration. It was such a ground breaking idea that even Nylar had to agree with it.
Nylar quickly went to work on the required documents to submit this change to the commissioner. He even went as far as taking the esteemed title Sandwich Admiral. This man in quick succession became Bjørn's new favorite GM. According to witnesses at the scene, Bjørn was suddenly imagining what it would be like to play for the Sandwich SeaWolves. He was heard talking excitedly about how he would follow Sandwich Admiral Nylar into the depths of battle wherever he may go. It seemed that this young prospect was suddenly determined to do everything he could to become one of the top two picks so he could be the leader of this franchise and take it to greatness.
Sandwich Admiral Nylar continued his conference with relative poise and direction. Deep discussions began about who the best starters were in Pokemon. There was a brief debate about if Chikorita was a slut or not. He even went as far as making Bjørn assurances that there would be no fines for murder! One of the most pressing concerns for the future of Bjørn's career was cleared up just like that. The snap of a finger. Everything was going the right direction for this GM and his franchise. So young, just starting off, and they could be the favorites in the coming DSFL season. The whole time Bjørn was daydreaming about his new future.
That's when everything began to unravel for the Sandwich Admiral. Commissioner @ADwyer87 aka High Overlord had been present and a rogue agent in the crowd called him out. Apparently the High Overlord had once made a declaration that hot dogs were in fact by definition a sandwich. This had angered this rogue agent who had managed to sneak his way into the press conference just for this purpose. As it turns out, many of our prospects have very strong opinions about this subject.
The entire press conference was derailed. Sides were taken, lines were drawn, and soon a full scale war was declared over the subject. You had insults hurling left and right, chairs flying up a down, and people running for their lives. Witness talk about the absolute chaos that unfolded at the scene as if the trenches of World War 1 were simple child's play. Throughout all of this, Bjørn had not left his seat. He was sitting there, humming along and enjoying his day dreams.
You see, Bjørn didn't really care about the debate. Who really took sandwiches or hot dogs seriously? They were food and Bjørn loved all foods. He didn't care what they were called or what they were defined as. They all pleased the taste buds, they all pleased the stomach. Bjørn had much more pressing concerns. What would he need to do to impress Sandwich Admiral Nylar? How much more work would he need to have a chance at playing for the Sandwich Seawolves? He had big aspirations. Murdered quarterbacks, broken offensive lines, and a trophy case filled to the brim with awards as they reached greatness together. It was all so simple in his mind. That was until the words were spoken. Words that can never be taken back, words that cannot be hidden from.
Sandwich Admiral Nylar made the suggestion that tacos could also be considered sandwiches. No one actually knows if it was his idea or if he was simply presenting an option to show how absurd the debate truly was. Whatever the source of this suggestion was, it resulted with an absolute roar from Bjørn Ironside. A few unnerved prospects mentioned the floor shaking as the man unleashed a raw, guttural sound that would have put most horror movie villains to shame.
You see, while a debate between sandwiches and hot dogs was completely irrelevant to Bjørn, tacos were serious business. Tacos were Bjørn's life blood, his essence, everything he lives for. Bjørn doesn't need money. He would work for any franchise for free if it meant unlimited tacos. The mere mention of such blasphemy towards his beloved tacos caused him to point a finger at Sandwich Admiral Nylar and speak in such a low, harsh tone that the entire room silenced. "You do NOT bring tacos into this. Tacos are their own, beautiful entity and you shall not compare them with such wretched, base things." Bjørn was then seen storming out of the conference, not even bothering to take a second glance at his beloved Sandwich Admiral. His respect for the man was lost and he now had a grudge to bear.
Rival prospect Trae Bacon was the first to reach out to Bjørn after the event to see how he was taking things. According to Trae, Bjørn declared loud enough for anyone who would listen to hear. "I will NOT play for any man who would dare insult tacos. Comparing tacos to any other food is a slap in the face. I will no longer play for the Sandwich Seawolves!
That is how we got to this point. This draft week is really starting to spice up with all of this new drama coming to the surface. Would Sandwich Admiral Nylar even consider taking Bjørn now? How will this now impact Bjørn's draft stock? Will other general managers now question his devotion to the sport? What is really more important to the defensive tackle? Sacks or tacos?
Edit: It has now come to ESPNNSFL's attention that in the last few hours that Bjørn has since softened his stance towards the Sandwich Seawolves organization. He's made a demand. "I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. I was real excited though. The Sandwich Seawolves and me? We could do beautiful things together. I'll make Sandwich Admiral Nylar a deal. If he makes a payment of 1000 tacos to Bjørn Ironhide's direct account and if you select me, we can put this all behind me and we can put out best foot forward."