Alright, so listen up, y’all. Let’s talk about this fella, this Bryton, from that there Squid Game thing and his time with the Clemson football. Don’t know much about fancy words, but I’ll tell ya like it is.
Now, this Bryton fella, he went to Clemson, ya know, that big school where they play football. He was a football player, a Tiger, they call ‘em. Big strong boy, I reckon. They was saying he was some kinda top recruit in high school. Don’t rightly know what that means, but sounds important. He played for them Tigers, running and hitting and doing whatever them football fellas do. Prob’ly wore them tight pants and a helmet, looked like a bug, if you ask me.
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Then, he up and leaves Clemson. Didn’t finish his schoolin’, not one bit. Said he had a semester left, whatever that is. He goes off to be on this Squid Game show. Crazy, right? Leaving school for some game. Heard tell it’s on that Netflix thing. My grandbaby watches it all the time, always glued to that screen.
This Bryton, he wasn’t just any player on that show. He was Player 432. They gave him a number, like he was some kinda cow at the market. Folks on the show, they noticed him. He was loud, I guess. Made friends, made enemies. Just like in real life, ain’t it? Always some folks you like, and some you can’t stand the sight of.
He was doin’ alright for a bit, this Bryton. Winning some games, making deals, playing that Squid Game. Then, boom! He’s out. Something about sinking boats. Warships, they called it. His boat went down, and so did his chances. Poor fella. Guess he wasn’t as tough as he thought. Though I reckon sinking in a boat in a game ain’t the same as gettin’ your hands dirty in a real field.
Now, there was this other fella, or well, a lady. Mai somethin’-or-other. She won the whole darn thing. Millions of dollars, they said. Kept it a secret from her own family. Can you believe that? My kids would know the second I got a nickel extra, let alone millions. Her daughter didn’t even know ’til she watched it on TV. Imagine that! Keeping somethin’ like that quiet.
Some folks say this Bryton fella shoulda won. They liked him. Said he was honorable, whatever that means. And that umbrella fella, too. Folks got their favorites, I guess. Me? I don’t care much for games. Real life’s hard enough without makin’ up more trouble.
So, this Bryton, he went from bein’ a big shot football player at Clemson to being a number on a TV show. Then he lost, and now folks are talkin’ about him. Funny how life works, ain’t it? One minute you’re on top of the world, and the next you’re fish bait. Guess that’s what happens when you leave your schoolin’ for some silly game.
I don’t rightly know what position he played at Clemson. Was he a throwin’ fella or a catchin’ fella? Or maybe one of them big fellas in the middle, pushin’ and shovin’ all day. Didn’t say in the stories I heard. Just that he played. And that he left. And that he lost. That’s about the gist of it.
This whole Squid Game thing, it’s got folks all riled up. Talkin’ about who shoulda won, who played fair, who didn’t. Reminds me of folks at the bingo hall, always complainin’ about the numbers called. Some things never change, I guess. People always want somethin’ to fuss about.
Anyways, that’s the story of Bryton and the Clemson football and the Squid Game, as best as I can tell it. He played, he left, he lost. Life goes on. Just like it always does. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. All this talk about games and football has made me hungry.
