So the best part about blogging is eventually growing a well-educated, loyal, and assertive readership base. Yes, the livetweet of the Grant Wahl book failed to irreparably disrupt the space-time continuum (at least in this dimension), but we had fun? Didn’t we? Well, I had fun.

But for those of you too cool for twitter, you missed a rare livetweet seance event involving a spooky old prairy mansion and a dead Hungarian footballer. But the story just got a bit weirder…

I got back from painting my family’s rentals, checked my specially designated-uber professional futfanatico gmail account, and I had a little gift waiting. A gift from Ferenc Purczeld Biró. A hop to wikipedia showed this was the birth name of one Ference Puskas, the Real Madrid legend with a cannon of a shot.

A hoax? Highly probable. Right now the prime suspect is missing writer Santi Ramos who is buried in a library doing doctoral research. I suspect that Fredo is too emotionally drained to pull such a stunt although that Russell character seems rebellious enough and has the futfanatico email address. It could also be my younger brother. But something else bothers me….

What if, just what if, this actually is the spirit of Puskas? I mean, apparitions have been spooking hotels, graveyards, and abandoned churches for millenia. Why not a gmail account? Or even twitter? Tonight, at the stroke of midnight US central time, I will be soundly asleep and tucked into my bed. I will not have any goats blood whatsoever on the premises. Let’s see what happens. And please say a prayer…

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