Mirages In The Desert
Once upon a time there was an old man who came to the desert with an arm and nothing left to lose. He comes to the desert because what he saw was a slew of mirages.
The first mirage he saw wore a number 11. This mirage had made some of the greatest plays made in a playoff run that led to the Superbowl. This mirage continually beat coverages for wide open catches, high pointed jump balls and stole balls away from double coverage in the middle of the field then raced to the end zone. Upon the old man arriving to the desert; this mirage has disappeared as it has in the past three years.
The second mirage he saw wore a number 12. This mirage showed the speed and shiftiness to cut up the underneath. Upon the old man arriving in the desert; this mirage only lasted until the STL. game and then also disappeared amidst the bad routes and dropped balls.
The third mirage he saw wore number 15. This mirage was a big bodied dominant college player who fought hard for balls in the air and used his big body to shield defenders. Upon arriving to the desert; the Mirage had disappeared and was simply a big bodied receiver that turns into a marshmallow at the end of his routes.
Finally the 4th mirage that lured the old man to the desert was the biggest Mirage of all. He's the reigning breakout player of the year three years in a row. Primed to have a big season. What the old man found though was no matter if he hit the mirage square in the hands, mirages don't have hands.
Once the old man realized they were mirages and the onlookers were unable to; he became doomed and while the old man eventually went on his way, the mirages remained anxiously awaiting their next victim.