No one knows where he comes from, where he was divined by either God or the Devil or something else entirely. Was he dreamt into life, summoned, created, or was he just always there, existing beyond time and space waiting in the depths of the universe. No one really knows. The mystery will always remain what it is. Questions will forever burn of his origins.
Yet, we know he is there. He exists not only in our minds but out in the vast expanse. He breathes life into men and women and will either gift them divine power or suck every drop of life force. He has shown himself in those who worship him whether from childhood, or from the time of their draft.
Hockey players who know better will bend to the will of Simon and Praise him and they will sacrifice to him. First goal pucks, lucky sticks, old equipment. And even their souls if he decides to demand it. Sometimes those whose souls he demands are for his taking and not in exchange of a godly skill.
How do you think Jesse Teno and Lachlan Summers got to where they were? Do you think it's because they had raw talent that couldn't be matched? Maybe. But we all know they worshipped Simon more than most and both became gods among men in the VHL. Both also had access to the basement sacrificial altar at the San Diego Marlins arena. Very few non-Marlins have been lucky enough to find themselves near the altar. Yet those two spent so much time down there that it's more than likely that they did sell their souls and were rewarded with two of the best goalie careers to date.
From the Book of Simon
I am Simon and you are mere hockey mortals. I can bestow upon you great power or I can strip you of your fame. I can lift you up and I can drop you into the ocean like a heavy rock. It is by my will and my will alone that you may receive an illustrious career. Worship me. Sacrifice to me. I will take your rubber and sticks and imbue them with power if they please me. Or I will use them as kindling for my eternal power. Fear not mortals for your lives are yours. But your hockey prowess belongs to me. Simon giveth, and Simon taketh. Praise me. Praise me before every game and hope that I choose to smile upon you. For if you do not worship and sacrifice properly, I will smite you on the ice on which you glide. I can make your goalies a brick wall or Swiss cheese. Praise me. I am Simon.
So the next time you step out onto the ice, lace up your skates, or wrap your stick, remember to Praise Simon for he is listening and watching. He will make or break you. His will is the only way in the VHL and choices are to never be questioned. Beware any words you speak against Simon for he will remember them.
515 words for week ending 11/10/2024
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