In his Roman palace, Mon-El was having a nice bubble bath while contemplating his rubber ducky when the walls suddenly burst open and feminine hands came upon him. Mon was slammed to the bottom of the tub as Kara had a good stranglehold on him. The water exploded all over the bathroom as the struggle between them just got real. Mon teleported out of Kara's grip and got on top of her sending them both to the floor. Mon put a tight grip on Kara only for her to gradually force her hands off of her. Mon headbutted her to no effect. Kara grabbed Mon by the throat and headbutted him back nearly knocking him out. She then punched him against the wall where the tile shattered on impact. Mon fell against the sink shattering it as he fell. Kara gracefully got back to her feet with no hands. Still naked, Mon challenged Kara with some kicks and punches. Kara blocked his moves, slammed both sides of his head with her hands, and punched Mon to the floor where he shattered the toilet seat. Kara then kicked Mon against what was left of the wall. Mon gave Kara a double kick to the side and a punch to the face. Kara punched Mon to the face back-to-back stunning him. The two fought furiously as Kara placed Mon in a corner. Every so often her punches would go right through the wall. Mon went up the wall to try to get a kick on her. Kara grabbed Mon's leg and slammed him to the floor behind her.
"I'm getting really tired of your bullshit, Mon. I leave for little while to clear a minefield and you decide to conquer my planet, Alex's planet. I let you fuck around all over the galaxy but that's not good enough for you," Kara said angrily.
"Bitch, please, I was making this world a better place," Mon rolled his eyes.
"By gladiator execution games for the whole world, the whole galaxy to see?" Kara asked skeptically. "Until your next tour, you're going to be glued to me at the hip."
"The front or the back?" Mon mocked.
Kara signaled Brainiac 5 drones to enter the bathroom, take out their batons, and beat the shit out of Mon for a good while as she watched.
Boston
In those days, Boston was the capital the Quebec province that covered all of New England, Quebec, Newfoundland and Labrador, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Prince Edward Island. It was also home to Kara's hometown of Midvale, Maine. Upon the unification of the world, Kara began to institute college sports of football, baseball, basketball, soccer, etc. She paid special attention to football and desired to reinstitute the NFL on a global scale. This league would now be called the Global Football Leage (GFL) with a National League and American League. Kara proceeded to sack the leadership of the New England Patriots, her favorite team, and called the shots on draft day.
The GFL was under the control of their country's respective governments rather than corporate franchises. The pride and glory of a nation was on the minds of the nation's leaders. Voters watched their leaders intently for how they managed their sports teams. A government could rise or fall depending on how well a team did. With Brainiac 5 controlling most levers of the economy and social issues, voters put more attention in their government's ability to deliver on sports, entertainment, and the arts. A poor performance by the New England Patriots would embarrass the Crown.
On the GFL network, Brainiac 5 addressed the team managements prior to draft day. "Thirty-two teams, seven rounds, two hundred and twenty-four young men, who are to become players in the Global Football League. A day where lives are changed, fates are decided, dynasties are born, and the clock is ticking. This is Draft Day."
"The delegation of Jamaica and Somalia find it racist and disrespectful to be called the Buccaneers and Raiders, respectively," they complained to Brainiac 5.
"How could it be racist? There's only one human race," Brainiac 5 questioned.
"Racism between a certain Kryptonian queen and the human race for choosing this team name for us," the Jamaican Gov. complained.
"It's consistent with the tradition of your respective countries," Brainiac 5 downplayed.
"Look at me, I'm the captain now. Fuck this name," the Somalian Gov said aggressively.
"You should be grateful you even have teams," Brainiac 5 blew them off.
"What the fuck is a buffalo?" the Canadian Gov asked cluelessly.
"A horned beast that went extinct centuries ago, but we're bringing them back with DNA cloning technology," Brainiac 5 assured him.
"We're the Texas...Texans. Sounds a bit redundant if you ask me," the Texas Gov said.
"Perhaps," Brainiac 5 said dismissively.
"Is a Redskin a Native American or a potato?" the Virginian Gov asked.
"Yes," Brainiac 5 replied.
"As the Packers, what exactly are we packing?" the Swiss Gov asked.
"Fudge, you're packing fudge which has historically been a specialty of your nation," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Why are we called the 49ers?" the South African Gov asked.
"It's in honor of 2049 when the British reclaimed South Africa, restored it from being a failed state, provided South African jobs as gold miners, and then graciously shared all the profits with the people," Brainiac 5 said.
"That's right. We did that. We're all about chivalry and human rights," the English Gov smiled.
"With all due respect, that sounds like bullshit," the South African Gov doubted.
"There's no oil in Arabia anymore, so why are we called the Oilers?" the Arabian Gov asked.
"It's based on your past history where your economy was completely dependent on the substance and you held the world hostage with it," Brainiac 5 replied.
"I'm a little confused why the great country of China with several nations is given one team, the Chefs, but tiny Bhutan gets a team. What the fuck?" the Chinese Gov asked.
"Teams may be rotated among countries depending on performance," Brainiac 5 allowed.
"Why are we called the Browns?" the North Korean Gov asked.
"Because you're a constant disappointment despite how obnoxiously enthusiastic your fan base may be," Brainiac 5 shut down. "The team names are not up for discussion this year. I wish you all the best of luck at the draft."
Rome
Pope Barney came out and received the Roman Cardinals football team. They all came into St. Peter's Basilica wearing their football uniforms. When they came before Pope Barney, they took a knee. On their helmets were the crown and keys, symbolic of the church while their Jersies were red to symbolize martyrdom. "An athlete is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules," Pope Barney said to them all.
"Yes, Your Holiness!" they shouted.
"For while bodily training is of some value, godliness is of value in every way, as it holds promise for the present life and also for the life to come. So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God," Pope Barney continued.
"Amen!" they all shouted.
"I absolve you of all sins related to penalties you may commit this season. Now, put on the helmet and pads of righteousness for God has favor in you," Pope Barney told them.
Boston
Kara got a call from Tom, the general manager for the Swedish Seahawks. "What do you want, Tom?" Kara asked impatiently.
"I want to trade my number one pick for your round one pick this year, the first-round next year, and the third round the year after that," Tom bargained.
"Well, fuck me," Kara said dismayed. "You trying to take advantage of me because I'm a blond woman?"
"I would never do that," Tom said with false sincerity. "Your team sucks. Take pick number one, get Dom Grady."
"I already have a quarterback," Kara said dismissively.
"You mean Clark Welling? You're hilarious. Didn't even make half the season before getting injured last year," Tom gloated.
"Fuck yourself, Tom," Kara said and then hung up.
Kara turned to a hologram of Chad Wick. "Your Majesty, I'm your number one fan. I think you need a new linebacker for your sorry defense."
"I think I'd rather take your brother, Jad, instead," Kara mocked.
"Hey, that's not funny," Chad said offended.
"It's funny to me," Kara assured him.
"I ain't stupid. If you don't take me at number seven, I'll fall into the low teens. I'll be commissioned as an lieutenant. I can't fall that far down. I got fourteen kids and six baby-mommas to feed now," Chad pressed.
"Holy shit," Kara said stunned. "Look, I got to go," she said and then hung up. Kara then got a call from another prospective player, Ray Crews. "Your Majesty, I'm not in a gang. I just hung out with guys I grew up with that just so happened to commit criminal acts. Now, the gang that came at us were big dudes, so what was I supposed to do? Run away?"
"Ray, you beat that man nearly to death," Kara pointed out.
"Exactly, I can play this game. I can kick ass on the field and off the field," Ray said.
"I suppose. Did you hurt your hands?" Kara asked concernedly.
"No," he flexed his fist.
"I don't care if you have no brain so long as you have hands. So, you keep those hands healthy. You only get drafted once," Kara advised and then hung up.
Kara exited her office and took a breather by going to Splash World, a giant water park. It was before opening hours, so no kids were around. Splash World was entirely recreated from Kara's memory of it in the 21st century in Boston. She and Alex would occasionally go to it during the summer months. As Kara walked about lost in thought, Jeremiah Danvers walked up to her.
"That is the Dungeon Drop, huge splash," he pointed out. "Kids would wait an hour to go down, but it would only take a few seconds to get down to the pool.
"I know, right?" Kara agreed. "I'd wait in line ogling the hot girls and telling Alex about them to make her uncomfortable. Good times."
"With our team, you have to make a splash, Kara. You need to make the fans wet," Jeremiah advised.
"I'm trying to do that, Dad, in my own way," Kara said.
"Look, I love this team. I don't want to have to fire you," Jeremiah said seriously.
"What? You can't fire me," Kara said stunned.
"Let's talk about the draft. What do we need? Your quarterback is weak in knees, broken," Jeremiah pointed out.
"Aside from Dom Grady, there's no other quarterback in the draft that would make a difference for our team. And we're way too far down to get him, so fuck it," Kara informed him.
"You should use the 80's helmet design for the Patriots," Jeremiah said.
"Fuck no, ugly as fuck," Kara refused. "You stay out of this, stay out of my head," she ordered. "You know who I like, Chad Wick. He's special, he's different, he could transform our defense."
"Don't settle for a good draft, go for a great draft. Show these people what Jeremiah's kid can do," Jeremiah said to her.
Kara nodded. "By the end of today, I will make the whole world wet for the Patriots."
Kara went back to the office and called up the Seahawks. "Alright, Tom, I'll give you our first round pick this year, next year, and our third round pick the year after that for your first pick," Kara said.
"Correction, your next three first round picks," Tom replied.
"What the fuck? You want me to give you the Patriots first round picks for three years? That's crazy as fuck. That wasn't your offer this morning," Kara complained.
"I changed my offer. We're in a different world from when you told me go fuck myself while I was eating delicious pancakes," Tom said.
"Fine, fuck it," Kara agreed.
Kara went into the office and met with her war-room, Patriot draft analysts. Mon was with them talking shit. "I just made a trade with the Seahawks for the number one pick," Kara announced. "That means we can get Dom Grady, for sure."
"Oh, really? I thought we already have a quarterback. And what did you give up to get him?" Mon asked skeptically.
"First round picks for this year...next year...and the following year," Kara said sheepishly.
"Wow, your team is so fucked," Mon chuckled. "You got no future now."
"Dom is our future," Kara told him off.
"You think maybe you should have discussed this decision with the Prince of all Insane beforehand?" Mon asked miffed.
"No, you don't even give a shit," Kara scoffed. "Now, I want you all to find whatever dirt you can find on this guy," she ordered her war-room.
Kara went to her office and noticed an intern parked right next to her office. "Mon, who the fuck is this guy?" she asked him as he was walking with her.
"Rick, the intern," Mon smirked.
"You're a spy, a traitor, and you're totally fired," Kara said to Rick.
"I ordered crullers for you," Rick said awkwardly.
Kara simply stared at him, a nerdy-looking man with glasses. "Alright, you can stay." Kara and Mon then entered her office.
"Look, I know you're mad," Mon said knowingly.
"I'm not mad. Just disappointed and ashamed of you, really disappointed, really ashamed," Kara said peeved.
"I'm not sorry about the situation...," Mon said wide-eyed.
"I'm not mad," Kara lied. "You've made it abundantly clear that...,"
"I haven't been clear about anything," Mon said defensively.
"Well, maybe that's the problem," Kara said as she put her hands on her hips. There was a long awkward silence between them.
"What the fuck are we talking about?" Mon asked finally.
"I go out into a minefield, against dangerous enemies, to rescue your ass and you thank me by sacking my planet and playing brutal gladiator games with my death-row inmates," Kara accused.
"And what's the problem?" Mon asked confused.
"This is Alex's world," Kara told him off.
"Please, there's no way in hell Alex would approve of what you've done here. You've unified the planet with brute force, eliminated any semblance of democracy, imposed theocracy, and promoted the very values she opposed. If she were an ordinary citizen, she'd been exiled or executed," Mon said. "Face it, this isn't Alex's world. This is Jeremiah's world."
Kara said nothing to that. "Dom Grady on line three," Rick, the intern, interrupted them. Kara shooed him away and then picked up her phone. "Your Majesty, if you pick me, I'll make all your quarterback dreams come true. I'm great, I'm excited, I love being a Patriot, I love cold as fuck weather in Boston."
"Alright, Dom, how important is winning to you?" Kara asked.
"I will lie, cheat, steal, and kill to win," Dom said seriously.
"Elaborate," Kara ordered.
"Well, I will signal steal, false injury designations, deflate balls, sabotage the headsets of the opposing team, and film the opposing field without permission nor knowledge. I will do whatever the fuck you want me to do, Your Majesty," Dom said.
"Thank you, I'll stay in touch," Kara said and then hung up.
"Why am I here?" Mon asked.
"You're my regent when I'm not on this planet," Kara clarified.
"A babysitting job," Mon rolled his eyes.
"One that you fucked up with," Kara said peeved.
"I don't have to be here. I could be out in the galaxy meeting fancy people that I can kill," Mon said frustrated.
"There's fancy people here, too," Kara said defensively.
"There really isn't. This planet is a shithole. Now, I'm the guy that can bring Insane leadership to this planet," Mon said forcefully.
"I don't think we're on the same page," Kara considered. "I have my job; you have your job. Your job is conquering worlds, my job is to rule worlds. They do it differently on New Mon?"
"Yeah, they do," Mon said obviously.
"Okay, I walked into that one," Kara admitted.
"I'm here because I have the experience to rule. I'm not like you who rules on the fly with whatever crazy scenario you have in your head while grieving over your dead sister, and tapping one of Barney's drones," Mon said insensitively.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Kara asked angrily.
"Which one was the most offensive remark, so I can repeat myself?" Mon asked.
"Yes, Alex is dead. Next time you say her name, say it with some God-damn reverence because she earned it," Kara glared.
"Fair enough," Mon sighed.
Kara entered her war-room and met with her staff. "You guys have any shit on Grady, yet?" she asked impatiently.
"He has a whole website to all the chicks he smashed," Thompson told her.
"What else you got?" Kara asked unimpressed.
"He sucks at speaking French. Granted, no one has spoken French in centuries...still," Marx said.
"This is all you got for me?" Kara asked pissed off.
"He's the best prospect we have ever seen," Marx said honestly.
"There has to be something, is he too small, is he too strong, too hard, can he go deep enough? You see where I'm going with this?" Kara asked her war-guys.
"You want us to find out more about his football play or his dick?" Thompson asked confused.
"Yes," Kara said simply and left the room.
Kara sensed a commotion in the locker room and went off to investigate. She found her first-string quarterback, Clark Welling, having a hissy fit over potentially being replaced. "Did you trash my office?" Kara accused.
"Trade me," Clark demanded.
"Did you...or did you not trash my office?" Kara repeated.
"Yeah, I did, so trade me," Clark told her off.
"I'll do more than trade you," Kara glared.
"I'm pissed off," Clark informed her.
"You think if I draft Dom, he'll take your place. Well, maybe he will. Or maybe I'm playing some 4D chess right now," Kara said wide-eyed. "Now, I kept you around because I believe in you, sort of, not really."
"I've taken this team to the playoffs in the 3017th season, won a playoff game. The next year, I took the Patriots to the playoffs. You owe me!" Clark said passionately.
"I owe you? The last two years this teams haven't made the playoffs. When you went down with your knee injury, you fucked us, Clark," Kara countered.
"Ever since my injury, I've busted my ass. I've set the bar high. I'm in great shape. I feel ten years younger. The best thing for this team, this season, is me," Clark said.
"Don't worry about Dom, worry about Clark. Most of all, I can't deal with your shit right now. So, take all your shit, put in a duffle bag, and throw it in your locker, because I can't deal with it right now," Kara told him off.
Kara went back to her office and picked up the phone with the Chinese Chef's general manager. "What do you want, you commie bastard?" Kara asked as she picked up the phone.
"We now know you have the number one pick. Most certainry, you wirr pick Dom Grady so is Clark Werring available for trade?" Po asked.
"I don't know. Maybe," Kara said uncommittedly.
"Is he hearthy?" Po asked.
"Yeah, sure, probably, maybe," Kara replied.
"We've seen his tape of him practicing in the off-season, and we rike what we see," Po said.
"Well, nothing gets past your eyes," Kara mocked.
"What do you want for him?" Po asked directly.
"Me thinks you're asking under false pretenses. If I offer to trade Clark, it will confirm I'll draft Dom, right?" Kara asked knowingly.
"We wourd never...," Po protested.
"Fuck yourself," Kara said and then hung up.
Kara called Brainiac 5 in for some last-minute intel on Dom. "Only child, mother is a homemaker, father is a medical malpractice lawyer. Fairly typical childhood up until the wars," Brainiac 5 said.
"But?" Kara asked.
"At his twenty-first birthday, all of his teammates were there. There was a ruckus with some of his fans, the police arrived, but they declined to take down the names of all the players to preserve their college standings," Brainiac 5 said.
"Holy shit," Kara said amazed. "So, on paper, none of his teammates were there."
"On paper," Brainiac 5 allowed.
Kara then had a chat with the Canadian Buffalos. "We'll give you two players of your choosing, and two one round draft picks," Bill offered.
"I'm intrigued," Kara admitted.
"Good, let's make a deal, eh," Bill pressed.
"I'll think about it," Kara stalled. "Give me an hour."
"We'll give you half that," Bill said and hung up.
In the war-room, Kara eyed tapes of Dom Grady against Chad Wick in a college game. Kara watched the video footage at high speed, beyond human comprehension to recognize. Kara's eyes rapidly looked over the footage as she went through the entire game within a minute. In the game, Dom was generally good throwing four touchdowns that won the game. However, he was also sacked four times by Chad and appeared pissed-off, losing his cool. Chad also managed to recover a fumble for a touchdown and then gave it to a woman in the stands. This got him a flag. When he argued with the referee, he was ejected from the game. Chad's ejection allowed Dom to win the game.
"Chad was ejected from the game for giving his dying sister a football. She died six months later," Kara said solemnly.
"Boo...fucking...hoo," Mon rolled his eyes.
"Mon...God damn," Kara scolded.
"You trying to actually win here? The Patriot offense was 28th in the league last year," Mon reminded her.
Kara and Brainiac 5 had a little chat in her office. "It's typical to send playbooks to all interested players. When interviewed later, all players claim to have read it. However, in reality, only half of the players do," Brainiac 5 said.
"Is there a point to all this?" Kara asked bored.
"Upon further interrogation, most players fuss up that they didn't read every single page. Some players have the confidence to stick with their lie even after getting caught. I can tell who has or who hasn't read the entire playbook, because I monitor all their electronic devices," Brainiac 5 said.
"So, Dom is the kind of kid that failed to read the playbook and lied about it?" Kara asked.
"No, he read the entire playbook," Brainiac 5 clarified.
There was a long awkward silence between them. "So, he's an angel in the endzone? Is that what you're saying?" Kara asked skeptically.
"I have nothing on him," Brainiac 5 admitted.
Kara picked up the phone and got the Texas general manager on the line. "What do you want, Tejas?" Kara asked.
"Talk to me about Chad Wick. I think he might have potential. What else do I need to know?" Tejas asked.
"He's a great kid. He's willing to lose and sacrifice games to give sentimental gifts to his loved ones right before they die," Kara brought up.
"Well...shit," Tejas sighed.
"Yeah...," Kara agreed. "Good luck, you're going to need it tonight."
Just before the draft, Kara called up Dom. "I have a question for you. I need you to be absolutely honest with me. What the fuck happened at your twenty-first birthday party?" Kara asked.
"Yeah, they were all there, but my so-called fans ruined everything. The cops showed up and I had to plead with them to not record the names of all my teammates as witnesses. I told them that if they needed a name, to take me. Now, I know how this looks. It looks like the star captain of the football team is an asshole with no friends, but I can assure you that's not what happened," Dom said honestly.
"You know, I've had some wild as fuck birthday parties as well," Kara recalled fondly. "I'll talk to you later."
In the war-room, Kara got ready as the draft counted down. "I have chosen for our first pick: Chad Wick," Kara announced. The family of Chad was ecstatic but most Patriot fans gave a WTF look. Bars across Boston exploded in outrage. Patriot fans went through the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and no acceptance. The war-room was also equally dismayed at her.
"You know what? I've assessed the situation and I'm leaving," Kara said as she walked out of the room.
In her office, Kara called up Chad. "Congrats, Chad, you're a Patriot. A plane is going to fly you to Boston."
"Your Majesty, thank you so much for this," Chad said gratefully.
Kara hung up on him and then noticed Mon in her office. "What the fuck was that?" he asked amused. "You gave away three years of first round picks for someone you could have gotten anyway in the first or second round this year."
"I know what I'm doing," Kara said adamantly. "I got the eyes of an eagle. I see things other people don't."
"It doesn't matter how well you can see with your falcon vision and X-ray vision if your head is up your ass," Mon pointed out.
Kara ignored him and went back to the war-room. "Who picked Dom?"
"No one has," Thompson told her.
"That's what I thought," Kara smirked. A few teams now were declining Dom either because they didn't need a new QB, or they were spooked by Kara's move. The teams were in panic mode as to what kind of dirt Kara might have on Dom to make her not pick him as her first pick. Kara picked up the phone to talk to the general manager of the Brazilian Jaguars. "What do you want, Juan?"
"Holy shit, what do you have on Dom? I'm a rookie manager. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Please have mercy," Juan said freaked out.
"He's a cheat, a liar, a prima donna, and a piece of shit," Kara lied.
The Roman Cardinals suddenly picked a cornerback, passing over Dom. It was the Bhutan Broncos turn. "The Cardinals just picked corner; Broncos don't need a quarterback, so Dom is my pick now," Juan said.
"Go ahead and take him. I'll laugh when you fail to make the playoffs again," Kara mocked.
"You have to be not-queer with me. What's wrong with Dom? Why is everyone passing on him?" Juan asked desperately.
"He's a bust, gut-feeling. Honestly, it's a character thing for me. He's an asshole. Now, if you want to make a trade for six, I can make that happen right now," Kara said. "Give me six, and I'll give you my second round this year and my second round next year."
"Yeah, I need more than that," Juan refused.
"Final offer, we take you six this year, you take our second round pick this year, the next year, and the year after that," Kara said finally.
"I want four second round picks," Juan bargained.
"Four? Fuck yourself. Stay on planet Earth or I'll kick you off it," Kara threatened.
"Alright, deal," Juan agreed.
Mon smirked while shaking his head. "So, you just gave away your first round and second round draft picks for the next three years? Your team is so fucked."
Kara then called up the Seahawks. "I guess I owe you a thank you," Tom smiled. "I now have three first round picks and Dom Grady."
"I just made a trade to get the sixth pick. I'm thinking to get Dom unless you want to make a deal," Kara said. "I don't want Dom. I think he's a shitty player. You think otherwise. So, make me an offer."
"You've gone rogue," Tom accused.
"I'm a crazy bitch so take advantage of it," Kara challenged.
"What do you want?" Tom asked finally.
"I want my number one picks back, all of them," Kara demanded.
"Nah, that's crazy. You must know something about Dom I don't. I'll stick with my draft picks," Tom refused.
"If you don't pick Dom, the Swedes will call for your head. It will be revolution, barbarians at the gate," Kara promised.
"Alright, deal," Tom said finally.
"The deal's off the table. We're in a different world from thirty seconds ago. Fuck yourself," Kara said and then hung up. "We're picking Ray Crews for our sixth pick," she said to her war-room.
When it came to the Seahawks pick, Tom wavered believing there must be something wrong with Dom. He passed over him for another quarterback recruit. The same happened twice in the third round, once in the fifth round, and two times in the sixth round. Dom Grady was in danger of not being picked at all. Deep in the sixth round, Kara finally picked Dom shocking the league once more.
After the draft, Kara had a chat with Dom. "How are you feeling?" Kara asked knowingly.
"Like shit, sixth round, what the fuck?" Dom shook his head dismayed.
"It's the nature of the business. Players are like stocks. Their value rises and falls not just on your stats but investor confidence as well. More importantly, I kept you away from the other teams and I got the players I wanted," Kara said.
"You put out false information that I'm a shitty player and a shitty human being," Dom said pissed off.
"Well, your practice training performance at camp could have been better," Kara winced.
"No, this is bullshit," Dom said outraged. "I should have been the number one pick."
"No one gives a shit about that. There have been so many draft busts in history," Kara said dismissively. "Now, you're my fourth-string quarterback but who knows what the future may be."
"On the bench my entire career," Dom said dismayed.
"That chip on your shoulder you have right now is going to serve you well. Let the hate flow through you," Kara advised. "Had you been drafted number one as my star quarterback, I would have given you a colonel's commission. But...since you got drafted in the sixth round, here's your butter-bar," she smiled as she handed him a second lieutenant rank.
"After this draft, no one will trust you ever again," Dom predicted.
"With the roster I have now from this draft, I'm going to dominate the next two decades of football, and you are going to have two hands worth of Superbowl rings," Kara promised.
Author's Notes: Draft Day is a completely unrealistic interpretation of the inner workings of the NFL and this chapter made it a whole lot worse. Hilariously, the Browns ended up doing the precise exact opposite of what happens with the Browns in this film the same year and got the worst possible deal. This movie had Superman, Black Panther, Spartan, Jonathon Kent, Perry White, George Stacy, and Elektra.
Also, just to be clear, Jeremiah is a vision in Kara's head. I felt of all places and times, a discussion on his favorite football team would be the time to bring him back.
