#spoarts

OH MAN, uh, okay. First of all, if you didn't find it, the Tim Tebow Chronicles are here. It will probably take a while to load, which will seem weird in this age of fast internet, but there is a lot of it.

Second of all, I am not sure how this fic will read to a Real Canadian? You have to be willing to roll with the absurdity, but in exchange you will get a mixed gender CFL and an amazing mish-mash of soulful considerations about football, post-apocalyptic neo-futurism, and dumb jokes. So you know what you're getting into, here is an example of the complete misrepresentation of Canada (which is also one of my favorite quotes of the whole fic):

The food arrives, and I dig into it like a starved dog. Poutine is a popular dish up here. Variations abound, but the basic definition of poutine includes a pile of fries, gravy, cheese curds, a half-pound of bacon fat, parmesan cheese, butter, steak, chocolate, Crown Royal, malt vinegar, mayonnaise, ketchup, a few fried eggs, crushed oatmeal cookies, Ranch dressing, foie gras, heavy cream, maple syrup, raspberry jam, ground beef, three tablespoons of salt, cocktail sauce, guacamole, Doritos, hoisin sauce, fried chicken, Starburst, blood sausage, calamari, butterscotch pudding, barbecue sauce, duck carpaccio, corn syrup, potato chips, fried oysters, boiled peaches, beef jerky, coffee creamer, a pickled hard-boiled egg, rocky road ice cream, three packets of Ramen noodle seasoning, $5, fried candy canes, onion rings, triple sec, pizza rolls, a braised pork butt, cake frosting, Olestra, and pancake batter. One popular variant calls for a slice of blueberry pie set gently on top, but purists frown upon it.