Cleats by Bill Hinds for October 30, 2003
Transcript:
Edith: Wait. There's a headless guy walking around--stealing souls--and only now is Coach neely finding something hard to believe? Peri: Jamaica is a different kind of place, Edith. Peri continues Coach Neely's story. The headless Soulkeeper of Dr. Motubu. The toar of the rain on the tin roof of the swamp shack covered the sound of Raymond crossing the rickety bridge. When he got to the hut he could see light coming from a crack in the shutter. He squatted to see what the headless goalkeeper was going to do with his friends' souls. He watched as the creature placed the souls into a wooden box. Then something unbelievable happened!