Monday, January 16, 2017
Aaron Rodgers At Hogwarts.
Sorting Hat: "So, you've recently won another playoff game against an extremely talented Cowboys team, on the road and without your favorite safety-valve receiver. Such a daring, thrilling victory bespeaks courage, bravery, and the willingness to battle to achieve your goals. Probably a Gryff--"
Rodgers: "Look, I'm more than just crunch-time guts, OK, guy?"
Sorting Hat: "My mistake, let's see ... what else? AH, played for one team your entire career thus far, constantly making your teammates better, loyal, the engine and soul of your team ... A Hufflepu--"
Rodgers: "You know, I think that doesn't really capture my full, complex nature, either."
Sorting Hat: "You're right, of course. Hmmmm ... a ruthless competitor, cunning, ambitious. How could I have missed it?!?!? You're a Slyth---"
Rodgers: "Oh come on, don't lump me in with those assholes."
Sorting Hat: "OK, OK, fine. What else about you ... WAIT HOLY CRAP YOU JUST DREW THAT JORDAN COOK PLAY THAT SET UP THE WINNING FIELD GOAL UP IN THE DIRT? LIKE, LITERALLY IN THE HUDDLE?!?!?! Such brilliant planning! Such intelligence and creativity! Why didn't I see it before????"
Rodgers: "Look, can we wrap this up? I have to go break down some film for next week."
Sorting Hat: "Ahem, yes. As I was saying, Ravencl--"
Sorting Hat: "Nope? You can't nope out of that, pal. It's the last house left."
Rodgers: "Yeah, but I am everything you've said all at once. I'm courageous and ruthless and loyal and brilliant. I'm all of that. I'm not trying to brag, it's just true."
Sorting Hat: "I see your point. Well, if I can't put you in a house, I'm not really sure what to do here."
Rodgers (taking off his robes, and walking towards the doors): "It's OK. I already used all my quills and parchment for the whole semester diagramming every possible way to dismantle the Falcons, so I couldn't take any notes in class anyway. I should probably just go. Can someone do me a solid and apparate me back to Green Bay? No? Can I borrow the cabinet thingy in the Room of Requirement and at least get back to that creepy shop in Diagon Alley? I can book a flight home from London."
Dumbledore: "So, what exactly just happened there?"
Sorting Hat: "He was too good at everything to put him in a single house. Sorry, I just had no idea what to do with they guy. Which, by the by, maybe we stop making houses so defined by specific traits that would obviously make people of certain dispositions want to choose one over the others? There's gotta be a better way to do this, right?"
Dumbledore: "You may be right, I shall consider it. Still, I hate losing such a promising talent as that boy."
Sorting Hat: "Don't worry about it. Did you see that Hail Mary to end the first half of the Detroit game? That guy is definitely a fucking wizard."