mikesilvia
08-18-2007, 07:36 PM
Detective Turncoat showed up to a circus. There were dozens of cops already at the scene holding off reporters snapping pictures and asking questions. Turncoat showed his badge and was quickly let through the police tape that surrounded the house.
The detective was ushered past the living room and up the stairs. The house seemed well kept. At the top o the stairs were sobbing parents.
"I didn't realize there were so many!", cried the mother.
"How could they do this to my baby?" sobbed the father holding his wife as Turncoat walked past the grieving parents.
The detective stopped at the boys door. It had a Reggie Bush poster pinned to the front. Reggie Bush was jumping over a Texas defender and about to score. Turncoat smiled as he was a USC fan.
Turncoat eased the partially opened door enough to walk in. There was a 15-year old boy bent over with a police man standing over the boy shaking his head. The boy was face first into a pile of football cards.
"Poor kid," cried the policeman holding back tears. "Poor kid never stood a chance with all those rookie cards out there."
"Huh?", said Turncoat.
"Death by rookie card!" shouted the policeman full of rage and anger. "These kids don't stand a chance! There are so many of them now a days! And this poor kid went after the mother load, Reggie Bush. There are over 1,111 of them!"
The detective walked over and looked closer at the boy. He was indeed face first into a pile of Reggie Bush cards. He must have gotten at least 900 hundred of them before he met his end. What a tough kid thought Turncoat.
"It's Topps and Upper Deck. They just keep adding so many of them," said the police man as he walked out of the room in tears. To the right of the boy was a laptop still on. It was connected to the internet and Ebay was on the screen.
"Poor kid," said Turncoat still reading the screen. "Looks like he lost an auction on an Ultimate Reggie Bush Game Used Autograph. It must have pushed him over the edge."
This story is fiction. No kids or Reggie Bush rookie cards were harmed making this story.
The detective was ushered past the living room and up the stairs. The house seemed well kept. At the top o the stairs were sobbing parents.
"I didn't realize there were so many!", cried the mother.
"How could they do this to my baby?" sobbed the father holding his wife as Turncoat walked past the grieving parents.
The detective stopped at the boys door. It had a Reggie Bush poster pinned to the front. Reggie Bush was jumping over a Texas defender and about to score. Turncoat smiled as he was a USC fan.
Turncoat eased the partially opened door enough to walk in. There was a 15-year old boy bent over with a police man standing over the boy shaking his head. The boy was face first into a pile of football cards.
"Poor kid," cried the policeman holding back tears. "Poor kid never stood a chance with all those rookie cards out there."
"Huh?", said Turncoat.
"Death by rookie card!" shouted the policeman full of rage and anger. "These kids don't stand a chance! There are so many of them now a days! And this poor kid went after the mother load, Reggie Bush. There are over 1,111 of them!"
The detective walked over and looked closer at the boy. He was indeed face first into a pile of Reggie Bush cards. He must have gotten at least 900 hundred of them before he met his end. What a tough kid thought Turncoat.
"It's Topps and Upper Deck. They just keep adding so many of them," said the police man as he walked out of the room in tears. To the right of the boy was a laptop still on. It was connected to the internet and Ebay was on the screen.
"Poor kid," said Turncoat still reading the screen. "Looks like he lost an auction on an Ultimate Reggie Bush Game Used Autograph. It must have pushed him over the edge."
This story is fiction. No kids or Reggie Bush rookie cards were harmed making this story.