The Author's Journal

Death of a legend
Dear Superfans,

It is with deep regret that I notify you that a Pittsburgh Broadcast legend, Myron Cope, has passed away. He was a 35-year veteran of the Pittsburgh Steelers Broadcast booth and was also a celebrity in his own right. Not only was he a talented broadcaster, but he was also a great writer, writing numerous articles for Sports Illustrated Magazine. To myron, I think only one of his malaproprisms of the English Language can show how I can say my thanks to a great man.

*Lifting a glass of Ginger Ale*
Myron, Muzzle-Tov.

The Author

Current Mood: In Mourning

Superfan V. Big Boss Part 6
Superfan Arrived at the Oakland Parking Garage, and found Beth's car quickly...and thought, "OH MY GOSH...IT MAY BE TOO LATE!" as he saw Beth had opened the door and was getting into the car. Uknowingly, Beth had triggered a bomb that was planted in her car. Jerry Jones, whom we know as Superfan, had noticed that his own car in the Downtown Parking Garage had a similar bomb affixed to it.

"BETH! DON'T MOVE!" screamed SuperFan as he flew in as the car door began to close. He pulled Beth out of the car, and Beth, of course, began to protest. "What the devil...You may have saved me once, SuperFan, but this is a bad way to pick me..."

A loud explosion that rattled car windows, the structure, and Beth's eardrums reverberated all the way through the Oakland Parking Garage as the Sports Car exploded into a million pieces.

"Oh my god...That does it. Listen, Superhero, I need help. We need your help to take down the Big Boss. Is there any way that you can help me and Jerry out?"

"Yes, that is definitely possible. Just tell me when and where you are going to take him down, and I'll be sure to be in the area."

After Beth was taken to UPMC, SuperFan removed the bomb mechanism from his own car, then after resuming the guise and garb of Jerry Jones, he made his way to City Hall to check on some laws.

That night...
That night, Beth and Jerry marched up to the suite of The Big Boss. The two young reporters could not get a good look at the Boss to make sure it was acutally Ronald Velchenko who was the Big Boss. They decided to confront him with the evidence. Beth had a photocopy of the ledger, while Jerry carried a manilla folder from the City-County Building.

"Well, well, reporters" said Velchenko, "I am perfectly willing to talk with you about tonight's win over the Pirates..."

"This will be your last win, Velchenko." grumbled Jerry.

"Or should we call you, 'Big Boss'?" Said Beth, "We want to see your financial records."

Velchenko grinned, "Sure. Here they are..."

Jerry looked at them and said, "Not those ones. I am talking about the real records. The one where you hired some members of the Crips to take out George Steinbrenner."

Velchenko pulled a gun on the two young reporters. Beth swooned and fell to the ground on the sight of the gun. Jerry, sensing the oppurtunity to strike gave Velchenko a swift kick to the groin while he was watching her fall. As The Big Boss fell to his knees, Jerry kicked the gun out of his hands, and began to run, kicking the gun down the hall much like Mia Hamm with a soccer ball. Getting to Velchenko's room, he went in, and found the proof. As Velchenko came in, hands clenched, he said, "I can call the police and have you..."

"Not really, Velchenko. You see, if you play in Pittsburgh, your records are public, and any method to prevent anyone viewing them is an offense punishable by jail time. I'm sure by the time you get out of here, you will be well on your way to a federal supermax prison." Finishing a file transfer that started last night, Jerry whipped the cd out. Velchenko lunged and threw the CD out the window. Jerry ran after it and jumped out the window. Catching the CD, he began to fall...

Velchenko looked out the window and looked carefully. But he could not see any remnants of the body as he would've been meeting sidewalk from a 20-story fall. Then he saw somebody coming up the side of the building with blistering speed. The black and gold mask, now the more traditional yellowish gold, and the man in the mask, SuperFan, came blazing up the Renaissance hotel, and landed a clubbing blow on the chin of The Big Boss.

The two engaged in a fist fight of dramatic proportions. However, SuperFan's knowledge of UFC and Pride Fighting was able to counteract the different and varied attacks of the gargantuan Velchenko. A few blows later and Velchenko was on the floor, exhausted.

Superfan stood over him, pointing his baseball bat underneath Velchenko's chin as he lay there. Superfan whipped out a walkie-talkie and got the police on the line.

Two days later...

Two days later, Jerry and Beth looked at the headline splashed across the New York Times, the Post, the Tribune-Review, and their own newspaper, as their story about Velchenko's corruption and murder was passed accross the country. Beth and Jerry smiled at each other.

"Oh, by the way, Jerry...How did you get those files after all?"

"Beth, that's my little secret."

And so, our hero has saved the day for good sports around the world. But what is next on the horizon? A newer, stronger force could come in to play, and Superfan will be up to the challenge.

Stay tuned to this blog for "THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERFAN!"

(legal disclaimer: Superfan may not be re-transmitted in any way, shape, or form without The Author's consent. All team and league trademarks are of their respective owners and no challenge of trademark is implied with their use. Names, even celebrity ones, are used in ficticious ways and any similiarity to events or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental)

Superfan v. Big Boss Part 5
"You won't hurt this girl. And I'll make sure you're exposed for the crook you are, Big Boss." boomed SuperFan. He Picked Beth Up, and flew out the window, buckshot flying at them both, but Superfan able to deflect most of them.

"OH NO! Superfan. What about Jerry?"

"I already took care of him. Anything else?"

"Yes...A copy of those files."

Back at the newsroom....

Back at the newsroom, the two cub reporters slumped in their chairs. They were nearly caught and killed for trying to dig up the truth about the Big Boss running the Yankees on gambling and possibly now drug and gang money. Dirty money being used to fuel a wholesome sport was not right and Jerry Jones was as determined as ever to get those files. Jerry, who we know as SuperFan, was relating the story of his own escape, thanks to SuperFan, to Beth Lyle. After an exhausting hour of comparing notes, Jerry threw down his backpack...and out slid one sheet of the files that they were looking for.

Beth reached down and picked up the paper, looking it over with an intense gaze. "Jerry," stammered Beth, "...how did you get this?"

"SuperFan must've gathered it up with me."

"Jerry, I am giving this to you because I know what it is, and I am not touching it."

Jerry looked down at the paper, and on it was a record of a check to CRPS in the ammount of $500,000. The memo read "G. Steinbrenner".

Instantly, Jerry put two and two together and began to make a call to the editor in the middle of the night.

Two days later...
Two days later, Jerry made his way to the parking garage where his car was kept. He realized something. Unlike the noisy city that he was used to, it was too quiet. Jerry wondered if his new found mental abilities would be able to serve him at all, and now was the time. He scanned the car that was supposed to be his but he realized there was an extra addition to the car...one that was activated when the door was closed. In almost an instant, Jerry saw that same device on a different car. This one was a red luxury convertable. Who did he know that had a red luxury convertable in oak....OAKLAND???

Jerry ducked behind a pole where the security camera couldn't see. As the camera turned away from the pole, he whipped out his mask, and muttered "Your hero is here" and began the stunning transformation into SuperFan. He just hoped that it would go quicker. The Pirates Batting Practice jersey looked strained against SuperFan's muscles as he ran down Wood Street and lept into the air. Superfan flew faster and faster toward the Oakland Parking garage where Beth Lyle kept her convertable.

He got there, and found Beth's car quickly...and thought, "OH MY GOSH...IT MAY BE TOO LATE!" as he saw Beth had opened the door and was getting into the car.

"BETH! DON'T MOVE!" screamed SuperFan as he flew in as the car door began to close.

Could it be too late for SuperFan?

Find out next time....

SuperFan v. Big Boss Pt. 4
"Well, Jerry...It seems like a pickle." said editor in chief Ryan Thomas. "Do you have the information to back up that editorial?"

"Yes, sir, but I need 3 days to pick it up," said Jerry Jones

"That's during the Yanks/Bucs series. What do you plan to do? Travel to New York?"

"Let's say that a trip might be in the best interest of the company."

"Jerry, I can't authorize the trip. You just started and you haven't gained your credibility yet. I'll print the article with proof, but I need solid investigative proof...."

Jerry hung his head.

"...But I hear that this new GM of the Yankees carries all of his business files wherever he goes."

Jerry perked, and said, "Thanks, Chief!", ran out, collected his tape player from his office, grabbed Beth Lyle and ran out the door. "You won't regret this chief!" he yelled back to the office. Beth muttered to herself, "Yah, but I might!"

That night at the Renaissance Hotel

That night at the Renaissance Hotel, Jerry Jones and Beth Lyle stepped off the elevator at the penthouse level. Donning black shirts, pants and hats, the two crept down the hall to room 2004...the Presidential Suite. The keycard lock looked to be impossible to pick, but Jerry found a skeleton key card, and swiped it to let him and Beth in. Beth put her compact mirror on a small pole and put it in to see what was going on.

The room itself was a grand room, but completely darkened. Only the moonlight dared creep in. The Big Boss, as he was called, was sleeping in bed. Beth pulled the mirro back in quickly. "The files are open on a computer, but the computer probably has a locked screen-saver. How are we gonna get them?"

Jerry took a deep breath and sighed, "I dunno....I'll think of somethin'" as the two crept in. "First thing we have to do is crack that computer." Beth crawled over to the computer, sat down and put in an auto-run cd. This CD would try and find the password for the screensaver. The program popped up as Jerry began to rummage through his suitcase to find any paper copies.

"How long does that program take?" Jerry asked...

no answer....

"How long does that program..." he stopped mid-sentence. He found a manilla folder at the very bottom of the suitcase. In a loud whisper, "BETH!"

"Jerry, I got the computer copy."

"I got a hard copy! Let's get out of here."

"I'm afraid that will be impossible..." said a deep gutteral voice as the lights clicked on.

The Big Boss sat in his bed...shot gun pointed directly at Beth and Jerry. "Hand over those files." Jerry handed over the paper files to The Big Boss.

"This proves my gambling money fuels our team. I can't have that. Nor can I have two sniveling cub reporters in my Hotel room. Looks like the two of you will be committing suicide."

Beth gasped, and Jerry, on the spur of the moment ran over and tried to knock the shot gun out of Big Boss' hands. But the Boss just swatted him into the next room, the door closing after Jerry flew in.

Beth stared down the shotgun barrel as it was placed next to her head. She started to recite the Lord's Prayer, hoping that either herself or her soul would be saved.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile, in the other room, Jerry regained consiousness quickly and noticed that his mask had slid out of his bag part-way. He was all alone. He whipped the mask on and said, "Your Hero is Here". Silently, he began to grow his well-defined muscles, and his black sneak-thief's outfit changed to a black batting practice uniform, blue jean shorts, and white sneakers. The well known bat was at his side in it's velcro holster. Now rising as SuperFan, he went to the window, flew out, around and glided gently in. He saw the situation inside and whipped around to his backpack, pulled out a Frisbee Disc and prepared to throw.

Back in the room...

Back in the room, Beth finished her prayer and The Big Boss began to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly a gold frisbee came flying in, and hit the gun barrel, knocking the gun askew and the shot flew into the other room instead of at Beth. The two looked out, and as the Frisbee returned, Superfan flew in.

"You won't hurt this girl. And I'll make sure you're exposed for the crook you are, Big Boss." boomed SuperFan. He Picked Beth Up, and flew out the window, buckshot flying at them both, but Superfan able to deflect most of them.

"OH NO! Superfan. What about Jerry?"

"I already took care of him. Anything else?"

"Yes...A copy of those files."

Will Jerry and Beth be able to prove that the Big Boss is a Murderer and a cheat? Will the Big Boss' Gang catch up to the two of them?

More in our next episode...SAME TIME...SAME BLOG!

SuperFan v. Big Boss Pt 3
Back in Jerry's Office, the AP Sportsdesk alert beeped loudly, stopping Jerry from writing his investigative report for a second. Beth Lyle screamed from her cubicle, and rushed in.

"Sorry, Jerry. Didn't mean to scare you. I just read the news release...George Steinbrenner has been shot in what could be a possible gang-related shooting!"

"WHAT?" screamed Jerry as he turned on his AP SportsDesk icon, and he saw the red type across the screen. "Former New York Yankees Owner Shot And Left For Dead At Yankee Stadium. NYPD Say That Possible Motive Is Gang Warfare."

Jerry thought to himself, "I knew that George Steinbrenner had enemies but none that would shoot him." as he read on.

"The last time Steinbrenner was seen alive was when he was wishing the team well when the team bus pulled away from Yankee Stadium. Steinbrenner was found with a knock-off Yankees Souvenir baseball nearby. Probably the work of a gang run by the infamous Big Boss. Ronald Velchenko, the current owner of the Yankees is expected to make an announcement concerning the shooting soon. Allthough Velchenko has been accused of being the Big Boss, he has repeatedly denied the matter."

"Um, Jerry?"

Jerry shot five feet out of his seat, nearly going into SuperHero mode instantly, but calmed down sufficiently to see Beth was still in the office.

"Oh, sorry again. You've been pretty jumpy the past few days. You ok?"

"Yah," said Jerry in a shaky voice.

"Oh, my goodness, you are pretty shook up. I'll be right back." said Beth Lyle as she left the office. Jerry hurried back to the computer and finished off the sentence he was in the middle of. He then ran out and turned on the newsroom TV, where he saw the police scene in New York. He scanned the screen carefully for any sort of hint. The shot cut away from the crime scene too quick, but it did go to a representative from the team.

"Well, George would've wanted us to keep playing. He's in our thoughts and prayers, but the game must go on." said one of the players on the Yankees.

Jerry Jones thought of something real quick. He pulled out his pocket Pirates Schedule to double-check...and his fear came true. The Yankees were playing the Pirates this weekend in a 3 game series. That meant that...

"JERRY! MAIL CALL!"

Jerry snapped out of it, and was handed a letter from the copy boy. Jerry opened it anxiously, letting the envelope fall to the ground. The letter was written on an old-fashioned typewriter. It read...

Dear Mr. Jones,

You have printed an article that I feel is hazardous to my professional and personal health. If you do not cease and desist all operations with this article and print a retraction, your life won't be worth the price of a pack of trading cards.

The Big Boss

Jerry had seen this happen with other reporters. Once they cracked something on The Big Boss, they would print a retraction, or else their entire professional career would be ruined. It seemed like a no-win situation, so he took it up with his editor.

"Well, Jerry...It seems like a pickle. Do you have the information to back up that editorial?"

"Yes, sir, but I need 3 days to pick it up."

"That's during the Yanks/Bucs series. What do you plan to do? Travel to New York?"

"Let's say that a trip might be in the best interest of the company."

"Jerry, I can't authorize the trip. You just started and you haven't gained your credibility yet. I'll print the article with proof, but I need solid investigative proof...."

Jerry hung his head.

"...But I hear that this new GM of the Yankees carries all of his business files wherever he goes."

Jerry perked, and said, "Thanks, Chief!", ran out, collected his tape player from his office, grabbed Beth Lyle and ran out the door. "You won't regret this chief!" he yelled back to the office. Beth muttered to herself, "Yah, but I might!"

What are the two young reporters getting themselves into this time? Will they be able to prove that The Big Boss funds the Yankees with dirty money? And what about the shooting of George Steinbrenner?

More action to come, Fellows and Girls, so DON'T FORGET TO KEEP TUNED!

SAME TIME! SAME BLOG!

The Author

Meanwhile, in an office building outside the city limits, A rotund figure reclined in his office chair, smoking a fat cigar. After noting the stock reports, he summoned a subordinate to his office. The gopher came in and delivered a copy of the Pittsburgh Sports Report, with Jerry's editorial circled in blue highlighter. As the fat man read the article, his face became distorted.
"Jerry Jones..." growled the wealthy baseball team owner, "You might not live to see your obituary."
And with that, he put the lit end of his cigar to the paper and watched the editorial burn right out of the paper. He summoned the subordinate back into the room, who promptly removed the now burned paper from his desk.
"Yessir, b-b-b-big boss?"

Big Boss smiled as his mammoth hand picked up the cuban cigar. "My team of all-stars should have enough talent to beat this team that's been losing, what, 13 in a row? Make sure that the streak goes to 14 games."

"Yessir, b-b-b-big boss!" stuttered the subordinate as he went off into the outer office. Big Boss picked up his fountain pen and began to scribble on a plain piece of paper. After writing there, he then put his pen to another paper...a check.

Back at the Pittsburgh Sports Report...

Back at the Pittsburgh Sports Report, Jerry was moving into his new office, adjusting the desk when Beth came storming in.

"Oh, hi Beth...Come in, the door was locked..."

She glared at him, and sat down in his office chair.

"Um, Beth, I am afraid that I need that chair."

"I am protesting you getting that contract instead of me! I ain't moving."

"Fine" thought Jerry, and proceeded to sit on her lap while he researched his report. After a few minutes he stood up. Seeing beth with an "if looks could kill" stare on her face, he just said, "This is why you are not working for them full time. You're behaving like a spoiled brat. Take life as it comes, and be gracious that you have a job here!"

Jerry could've sworn that Beth Lyle had a look of deep thought as she left the office. Having set up his police scanner, he sat down again and began to research more.

"The Big Boss will not like me for that editorial, but then again, he's in New York...What harm can he do? I'm gonna explode him for what he really is...Not that I have anything against teams with a lotta money...but I am against someone who gets their money illegally."

Back in New York...
Back in New York, Former Yankees Owner George Steinbrenner was waiting outside Yankee Stadium to see his team off as he usually did. He was still mad that the business that he helped bring a majority of the team's 26 world championships had kicked him to the street in a hostile takeover from another company. They were still winning world championships, and the Yankees gave him a ceremonial title of Manager Emeritus, which meant he got to be around the office of the empire he built up. But still, he missed the thrill of running the team. He watched as his former payroll got on the bus. He noticed something odd this time...More people were getting on the bus. Their suitcases that were stowed in the belly of the bus were larger than the players. When the Big Boss boarded the bus, he tossed back a baseball with the Yankee's Pinstripes on it. As the bus pulled out, Steinbrenner wondered why he would receive a cheap souvenir like that from a guy who basically took his team away. Two other men pulled up in a SUV, and soon Steinbrenner found out.

Back in Jerry's Office...
Back in Jerry's Office, the AP Sportsdesk alert beeped loudly, stopping Jerry from writing his investigative report for a second. Beth Lyle screamed from her cubicle, and rushed in.

"Sorry, Jerry. Didn't mean to scare you. I just read the news release...George Steinbrenner has been shot in what could be a possible gang-related shooting!"

COULD THIS BE THE START OF GANG WARFARE? COULD THIS WAR COME TO PITTSBURGH?

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FELLOWS AND GIRLS....SAME TIME, SAME BLOG!

The Adventures of Superfan -- Superfan and Big Boss Part 1
FASTER THAN A WILLIE PARKER RUN
MORE POWERFUL THAN A CHECK FROM SIDNEY CROSBY
ABLE TO SOAR HIGHER THAN A JASON BAY HOMERUN!

UP IN THE SKY! LOOK! IT'S A PLANE, IT'S A BASEBALL...IT'S SUPERFAN!

Yes, Superfan. By Day, a Mild-Mannered College Student Earning his Credits with an Internship at the Pittsburgh Sports Report. But anytime trouble comes calling, wether for sports teams or for the public, He dons his mask and becomes SUPERFAN, a strong man with phyiscal abilities far beyond ANY athlete.
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Jerry Jones cleaned off his cubicle desk at the Pittsburgh Sports Report with some sorrow. It was the end of the semester, and he was not offered to stay on. Beth, who was offered a job at the prestigious sports newspaper, sneered and snickered, knowing that he would never tell anyone about her secret poster of a nude James Denton on the back of her office door. She knew that his scanner wouldn't go off at inoppurtune times while she was writing. She knew that she was finally rid of the one person who was a thorn in her side since day one. But as Jerry slid the police scanner off the desk and into a cardboard box, Ryan Thomas, the editor-in-chief of the Pittsburgh Sports Report ran down to his cubicle.

"Thank heaven I caught up to you before you left. I wanted to give you this." said Ryan as he handed Jerry a large Manilla Envelope. Jerry opened it up, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Wait, it looks like you did some white-out to this..this..." stuttered Jerry as he looked up and saw the word "Contract" on the paper.

"Yeah. Well, I had to restructure it like that because I didn't have the time to draw up a new one, but this is a legal binding document. I would like you to work as a beat reporter for the Pittsburgh Sports Report."

"Wow...but who's contract was this originally?" inquired Jerry.

"Oh, it was Beth Lyle's."

"WHAT?"

"Yah, Beth. You see, I saw the way you treated Jerry. And allthough Jerry should've talked with me about those things, he didn't. It was other people in the office. The people who were watching you reported that."

"The people...watching me?"

"Yes. The other reporters and staffers here saw how badly you treated Jerry. So I made your contract null and void, because you hadn't signed it yet, and made the offer to Jerry."

"WHAT???" yelled Beth once again. "He hasn't done..."

"Beth, it's you who haven't done jack. Jerry has put out articles on a more reliable basis than you. You have consistently missed deadlines; you refuse to watch sports unless you are there in a luxury box, which eats at my profits; and furthermore, your attitude stinks. It's not you, you, you. This is a team. Jerry's shown that. But Beth, we still want you to be a part of our company as a cub reporter. You'll be taking Jerry's position. Clean out your desk, Beth, and report to Jerry's cubicle."

Beth Lyle, still stunned, stood there with her mouth open. Ryan approached her and whispered, "Oh, and I also know about that poster. Your wages are mine until you have paid to have that door replaced."

Beth rushed to her desk and began to clean it out. Jerry smiled as he handed his newest story over to the chief. It was an editorial titled, "Using Money To Fund Fame is NOT baseball"

Meanwhile, in an office building outside the city limits...
Meanwhile, in an office building outside the city limits, A rotund figure reclined in his office chair, smoking a fat cigar. After noting the stock reports, he summoned a subordinate to his office. The gopher came in and delivered a copy of the Pittsburgh Sports Report, with Jerry's editorial circled in blue highlighter. As the fat man read the article, his face became distorted.
"Jerry Jones..." growled the wealthy baseball team owner, "You might not live to see your obituary."
And with that, he put the lit end of his cigar to the paper and watched the editorial burn right out of the paper.

What does this mean for our hero?
Tune in for the next exciting episode.
SAME TIME SAME BLOG!

The Adventures of Superfan - Superfan versus Raging Roid Episode 6
Superfan began to wail away at Raging Roid's body, with each strike pushing more of the Steroids out of his body. The Monster shrunk back down to 7 feet tall when Superfan cocked his bat on his shoulder and he swung hard to the gut. "STRIKE ONE!" yelled Superfan as he hit the stomach. Raging Roid Doubled Over in pain, and Chief Hawkins lined up his Swat Truck for the final blow. "STRIKE TWO!" shouted Superfan when he lifted the bat across the jaw of Raging Roid, which straightened him out. The doors of the SWAT truck opened wide but before SuperFan could take a third swing, Dr. Kron cut the raincoat and swisher pants off of Superfan, once again exposing him to the pouring rain. Allthough Superfan's energy dropped radically, he still swung the bat in a complete 360, knocking both Dr. Kron to the ground, and staggered the Monster far enough back so he tripped over the SWAT truck steps and fell in.

"STRIKE 3....You're BOTH...out...." gasped Superfan as he staggered and fell over to the ground.

A group of Paramedics gathered around the prone body of SuperFan. As one reached down to take the mask off, Chief Hawkins, realizing that SuperFan was at his weakest, ran over and said to the paramedics, "Set up a shelter tent! Get him towels and dry him off. AND ABOVE ANYTHING ELSE, DO NOT REMOVE HIS MASK!"

"But sir, we need to check for consiousness." said the Paramedic on scene.

"If you even touch that mask," growled Hawkins, "I will throw you in jail so quick, you're grandson's head will spin. He chose to be an annonymous hero. If this is his death, at least give him that last request of remaining annonymous."

The shelter tent, a quick folding tent that was whisked away from the local radio station doing a remote broadcast was brought over to SuperFan's body. As his body began to dry off, the paramedics began their work with the towels. After the body was completely dry, SuperFan still remained motionless.

The storm gently ended and the sun began to shine through. Sensing an idea, Chief Hawkins pulled SuperFan's body into PNC Park, and laid him across the outfield grass. The game, stopped due to the attack, was still under postponement when the Chief put SuperFan in the center field grass. Oliver Perez, who had been pitching that day, came over to the Outfield grass and knelt down in silent prayer. He was followed by Freddie Sanchez, Jack Wilson, Jason Bay, and the rest of the players who were out on the field at that time. Soon, the entire Pirates team surrounded SuperFan's body, all kneeling out of respect of the man who saved them.

Lifting his head for a second, Jack Wilson noticed that one of Superfan's hands was moving...Slowly but it was moving. He then noticed, along with everyone else, that the bright sun was not only drying him off, it was charging his super powers and life force again.

Chief Hawkins noticed that, and started to clap loudly in a slow methodical rythm. Jack heard this, and started to clap along, making the claps go gradually faster. Soon, other team members, and the entire crowd that had gathered in the baseball stadium.

Superfan's eyes jolted open as the clapping and cheering reached the loudest that the stadium had ever heard. He sat up, and the crowd roared in appreciation for the sacrifice that SuperFan had made. Jack Wilson and Chief Hawkins reached their arms out to help him up, but SuperFan waved them off. He unsheathed his bat, and used it to prop himself up to a standing position. The players gave him gentle pats on the back, and allowed him to exit the stadium through the team's locker room.

As he flew home, weary and exhausted, he thought about being a superhero and had thought of maybe resigning. The Walkie-Talkie that was given to him by the unknown Seargent blared...
"Chief Hawkins to SuperFan...Chief Hawkins to SuperFan...Report to Station immediately...Report to station immediately...Over...."

"Superfan to Chief...Can it wait? Even SuperFan needs a good night's sleep...Over."

"Chief to SuperFan...It will keep...Over and out."

SuperFan flew back into the dorm room habitated by Jerry Jones and removed his mask. The clothes turned back into normal street clothes, if not a little wrinkled. The last thing that Jerry said before falling into bed and into a deep sleep was "Thank God It's Friday..."

THE NEXT DAY

The next day, SuperFan flew over to Chief Hawkins office at the Police Headquarters. As he walked into the office waiting area, the Seargent at the desk pointed for SuperFan to proceed in. As SuperFan went in, he noticed the Roberto Clemente Bridge in the Chief's window. Repairs had already begun according to the newspaper, but SuperFan knew it would take a superhuman effort to get the bridge up. Chief Hawkins turned and faced SuperFan.

"What you did yesterday...even in your weakened condition was amazing. And I'm not talking about what you did to that Raging Roid character, but what you did for our police force." started Hawkins and SuperFan lowered his head, bracing himself for the eventual brow-beating.

"Look me in the eye. You instilled something in those men and women in uniform that I could never do. You instilled hope, courage, and pride in this city." said Hawkins as he slid a badge across his desk over to SuperFan.

"You are now an honorary police officer...badge JW3."

SuperFan snapped a salute to Chief Hawkins. After returning the salute, Hawkins said one thing to SuperFan.

"Dismissed!"

And as SuperFan left, badge pinned to his chest, he heard a crowd of cheers from the officers gathered around the office.

THE END....FOR NOW!

Tune in next time for another exciting story from

"THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERFAN!"

The Adventures of Superfan - Superfan Versus Raging Roid Episode 5
"CITIZENS OF PITTSBURGH," screamed Dr. Kron over a Megaphone, "I HAVE COME TO DESTROY THIS CITY! YOU HAVE NOT MET MY DEMANDS. MEET RAGING ROID...MY LATEST EXPERIMENT IN GENETIC AND CHEMICAL ENHANCEMENT...HE WILL NOW TAKE OUT YOUR ENTIRE CITY!"

"Chief hawkins to Superfan...Chief Hawkins to Superfan...We need a hero...Repeat...We Need A Hero..."

Then, over the Walkie Talkie, Came the Bonnie Tyler song that got him pumped...As if SuperFan Needed it, but it was enough to push his power and energy to the limit...A thunderclap rolled from the sky.

Superfan gathered as much courage as he could, screamed a loud gutteral yell, and flew towards the bridge to cut off Raging Roid.

Superfan witnessed what he thought was impossible. Raging Roid snapping the heavy cables that held the Roberto Clemente Bridge together. He picked up the middle of the bridge and lifted it out like a jigsaw puzzle piece. Another thunderclap rolled out from the sky. Soon it began to rain down hard. Superfan Felt himself sputtering and crash-landed right by the riverwalk. Dr. Kron laughed as he saw Superfan crash. Chief Hawkins scrambled down to the riverwalk and pulled Superfan under the remains of the Clemente Bridge.

"I...was...ready...but..that..rainwater..." sputtered SuperFan.

"I know, son. You should learn from the scouts." Said Chief Hawkins. "Be Prepared." and Hawkins held up a towel and as SuperFan dried himself off, he noticed that Hawkins held up another Black and Gold uniform...this one was Pirates Rain coat that had special openings for his cape, and had elastic cuffs and waist. Superfan, Smiling at this new aspect to his wardrobe, slipped on a pair of batting gloves as the chief helped him into the slicker. Waterproof Swisher Pants came from the Chief too, but these ones were on loan from the Police Department. A bit snug, but nothing SuperFan couldn't handle.

The great beast, Raging Roid, meanwhile was given another dose of his toxic steroid mixture. The reaction to the shot made Raging Roid swat the Doctor away. He grew to all of 20 feet tall, with muscles bulging in new body parts. His orange fur grew brighter in color as his eyes glowed with anger toward everyone. He began to pick up the tanks and throw them around like toys. Raging Roid was definitely a new beast with a renewed anger when Superfan Flew up wearing his slicker, bat slung to the side like a six-shooter.

"This is a final warning," said SuperFan as he ascended to the Monster's new height and toed the line with him, staring him directly in the eyes. "You can stop now, and go peacibly, or we can take this game into overtime....Whaddya say?"

The Monster backhanded SuperFan and he went spinning through the air. Superfan Righted himself and began to ascend higher than the USX Tower. He then pushed his speed ability to take him faster than Gravity could normally pull him. Bat extended like an arrow making its way to the target, he let out another gutteral cry and aimed for the Monster's Right shoulder.

His aim was true, as he hit the place that Dr. Kron had just injected Raging Roid moments before. Superfan was hoping his injection spot was a weakness. Turns out, Raging Roid winced in Pain for what seemed to be the first time since he started his assault on the city. Superan Lined up for another strike. Sheathing his bat, he went at another spot...the monster's other arm right at the joint of an elbow. Twisting as he ranged closer to Raging Roid, He hit the spot dead on, and Roid let out another great cry of pain...And from his arm where the original injection was inserted, a greenish pus began to flow out. As it flowed, the monster began to shrink in size.

Noticing this, Superfan began to wail away at Raging Roid's body, with each strike pushing more of the Steroids out of his body. The Monster shrunk back down to 7 feet tall when Superfan cocked his bat on his shoulder and he swung hard to the gut. "STRIKE ONE!" yelled Superfan as he hit the stomach. Raging Roid Doubled Over in pain, and Chief Hawkins lined up his Swat Truck for the final blow. "STRIKE TWO!" shouted Superfan when he lifted the bat across the jaw of Raging Roid, which straightened him out. The doors of the SWAT truck opened wide but before SuperFan could take a third swing, Dr. Kron cut the raincoat and swisher pants off of Superfan, once again exposing him to the pouring rain. Allthough Superfan's energy dropped radically, he still swung the bat in a complete 360, knocking both Dr. Kron to the ground, and staggered the Monster far enough back so he tripped over the SWAT truck steps and fell in.

"STRIKE 3....You're BOTH...out...." gasped Superfan as he staggered and fell over to the ground.

So, Superfan has saved the day, But has our hero sacrificed himself in the process? TUNE IN FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE.

SAME TIME, SAME BLOG!

The Author

The Adventures of Superfan - SuperFan versus Raging Roid Episode 4
Jerry Jones went through his classes with a look of dissapointment on his face. He was the only one who knew what could happen that night. He knew that if the police couldn't stop the beast that Dr. Kron would unleash, who knows what might happen to all those people. He walked through the food court of the college and looked up to one of the TV's. Larry Craig, the leading news anchor, was reporting of the threat of Dr. Kron. He then read the latest news from the Pirates.

"The Pittsburgh Pirates have said that the game will go on tonight as scheduled. They said that the only way they will stop play is if there is a severe thunderstorm or any othe weather-related incidents."

Kevin McClatchy came on and said, "We are not scared of the threats of a man who should be put in an insane asylum." said McClatchy with a confident tone.

Jerry stepped into the nearest phone booth and closed the door behind him. He dialed the police department and asked for Chief Hawkins.

"Hello? Chief? Superfan. I understand that you are going to defend the city. I'll be circling overhead to find out what's going on."

"No you don't!" yelled the chief, "If I see you flying around out there, I will shoot you down!"

"Chief, I want to help. If I can find where this thing is coming from..."

"If we see you, you are coming down!" screamed the chief as the phone was slammed.

Jerry said to himself, "Chief, you're getting help from me wether you like it or not."

At PNC Park...

At PNC Park, the chief had most of the Pittsburgh Police Force, along with the riot squad and SWAT Teams ready to fight whatever came about. Guns and cannons of every type were filed into place, and every fan was inspected before coming in.

A sergent came up to the Chief and said, "Chief, SuperFan's coming in from the northwest."

"Point the gun in that direction and fire at will. I want him out of here."

The sergent hesitated.

"I said fire at him!"

The sergent then said the one thing that he would regret a little later.

"No, Sir. If he truly is our Ally..."

"He isn't! He could probably be the freak of nature that is coming to attack us! Oh, and sergent, where is your walkie talkie."

A crackle came over Chief Hawkins' Walkie Talkie..."Bird JW3 to Chief Hawkins...Bird JW3 to Chief Hawkins....This is Superfan...Come in please...Over."

Hawkins Grabbed the mic of his walkie talkie, face turning several shades of red before turning the mic on and saying. "Chief Hawkins Here, Bird JW3...LAND IMMEDIATELY OR BE.."

"Bird JW3 to Chief Hawkins...High ammount of activity going on in Hill District. Going to cover while you guard PNC Park...Will report Later...Over..."

Chief calmed down. "Why fly so close to us, Bird JW3...Over"

"Bird JW3...I had to get your attention somehow! Over and out!"

And with that, Superfan buzzed by their position, and flew off in the direction of Mellon Arena.

"Well, he knows what he's doing, Chief" said the Sergent.

"SERGENT! SHUT UP!"

In the Skies over the Hill District...

In the skies over the Hill District, Superfan scanned the ground closely, looking for unusual activity. Then he saw the crowd running away. Looking up the street, he saw why.

The being stood about 7 feet tall, heavily defined muscles with veins popping on all the big muscles. His hair and skin now replaced with orange fur. His hands now had claws, and his eyes were a clear yellow. He tore through telephone and utility poles as if they were lincoln logs. Squares of concrete sidewalk were hurled like frisbee discs. As soon as SuperFan saw the monster of Rage, he saw his creator with a lot of syringes holding more of the toxic medicine.

"BIRD JW3 TO CHIEF HAWKINS! POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION OF CREATURE. SEVEN FOOT TALL, PROMINENT MUSCLES, ORANGE FUR. DR. KRON BEHIND HIM."

"Chief Hawkins to Bird JW3...Sending reinforcements your way...Keep track of monster...Let police take care of him..."

"BIRD JW3 TO CHIEF...THIS CREATURE IS DOING TONS OF DAMAGE...NO WAY WILL POLICE BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT...HELLO?....BIRD JW3 TO CHIEF HAWKINS, ARE YOU THERE? COME BACK...."

The Radio had gone dead.

"Damn, now what?"

The police did show up, but were easily vanquished by a few well-placed tosses of telephone poles and sidewalk chunks.

"BIRD JW3 TO CHIEF...COME IN!"

"CHIEF TO BIRD JW3...SUCCESS, I KNOW..."

"CONTRADICTION, PLEASE CHIEF. MISSION FAILED!"

"CHIEF TO BIRD JW3...REPEAT PLEASE."

"REPEAT: MISSION FAILED. CREATURE NOW TEARING UP DOWNTOWN."

"CREATURE IS WITHIN SIGHT...WILL COMMENCE FIRING...LAND NOW!"

This time, SuperFan did land, and watch the cannons and guns fire at the creature of rage. All the good the weapons did was tick off the creature. All of a sudden, over a megaphone, Dr. Kron began to speak.

"CITIZENS OF PITTSBURGH...I HAVE COME TO DESTROY THIS CITY! YOU HAVE NOT MET MY DEMANDS. MEET RAGING ROID...MY LATEST EXPERIMENT IN GENETIC AND CHEMICAL ENHANCEMENT...HE WILL NOW TAKE OUT YOUR ENTIRE CITY!"

"Chief hawkins to Superfan...Chief Hawkins to Superfan...We need a hero...Repeat...We Need A Hero..."

Then, over the Walkie Talkie, Came the Bonnie Tyler song that got him pumped...As if SuperFan Needed it, but it was enough to push his power and energy to the limit...A thunderclap rolled from the sky.

Superfan gathered as much courage as he could, screamed a loud gutteral yell, and flew towards the bridge to cut off Raging Roid.

CAN SUPERFAN STOP THE MONSTERRAGING ROID BEFORE HE DESTROYS THE CITY?

FIND OUT TOMORROW! SAME TIME, SAME BLOG

The Adventures of SuperFan - Superfan Versus Raging Roid Episode 3
At police headquarters, Chief Hawkins read a letter that was mysteriously placed on his desk. After reading, Hawkins began to break out in a cold sweat. Then thinking hard, he picked up the phone. "Get me the Gulf Building weather tower." And after waiting a few seconds, he barked, "This is Pittsburgh Police Chief Hawkins. Flash both the weather lantern and the home run strobe until I tell you to stop....Why? I need to get a hold of someone. I need SuperFan!"

Meanwhile...
Meanwhile, Jerry was tackling his most recent assignment for his reporting classes at College, and had just finished writing up the story. As he exhaled deeply in deep relaxation, he looked out the window and saw the weather light blinking. "Hm, it's going to rain..." he thought until he saw the strobe light at the top of the Gulf Building start to go off in unison with the flashing weather light. "It couldn't be...could it?" he thought as he turned on his scanner.

"Calling All Cars...Calling all cars...BOLO out for SuperFan...Do not apprehend, REPEAT, do not apprehend. Inform him that the chief wants to see him. Over."

Jerry's face went from concern to serious, and he left the dormitory through the normal methods, taking the mask with him. As he left the dorm floor, he noticed his Resident Advisor on the floor making her rounds. After sneaking by her, he opened the door and took the elevator down to the ground floor.

Stepping out onto the empty street, he found the dark alley near the school that was not canvassed by security or cameras. He took the mask out, breathed heavily again and said, "Your Hero Is Here"

The wind tunnel formed around him as the clothes on his body transformed him into the hero that Pittsburgh needed. Muscles began to expand, the magic baseball bat holstered at his side, the Pirates Jersey with cape flowing behind him. Jerry Jones own transformation was complete, as he became SUPERFAN!

With a quiet jump, SuperFan flew out of the Alley. Flying high and weaving in between the skyscrapers, he made his way down to the Police Headquarters. Stopping by the flagpoles, he removed his hat, gave a quick three-fingered Boy Scout salute to the US Flag, put his hat back on, and ventured inside.

Chief Perry Hawkins was waiting for him and the two went into the Chief's Private office.
"What's the matter, Chief Hawkins?" said SuperFan in his deep voice.

"It's certainly a touchy situation, SuperFan. I just received this letter. The first of its kind in my tenure here. I figured you should know about it as well."

SuperFan picked up the letter and began to read the type-written letter.

Dear Pittsburgh,
Your city has shunned me for the last time. I have
decided to continue my new human enhancement experiments
on my own, and I have developed a being that can wipe
out the entire city, that is if my demands are not met.

Not only do I want my old job back at UPMC, I want to
be paid for my time off to the tune of $1 billion, and
complete and total amnesty for past crimes. I expect an
answer by 7:00 PM May 30th. Please use one of your many
press conferences to tell me you will do as I say. If I
don't see one, I will assume that you won't meet my demands
and I will be forced to give you a demonstration of my new
creation. My first target will be easy. I will take out
PNC Park during the game.

Dr. Barry Kron

"Could he do some damage to a lot of people if he hits PNC Park?" asked Chief Hawkins.

"With the Pirates doing as well as they have been, it's a possibility that he could. A lot of people have been attending the past few days." thought Superfan aloud.

"Maybe we could persuade the Pirates to cancel?"

"No. If the stadium is empty, he'll turn to other channels to take out his rage. Who knows? He might take out a few nightclubs or who knows what."

"What's the best course of action?"

"Have your men guard PNC Park. If you need me, let me know. I'll have my scanner set up to listen in."

"You're staying out of the way?"

"Well, let's just say that my appearance may upset the Doc. Plus, you said you didn't need me that much anyway."

"Well, this is a strategy session anyway.."

It looks like the police may have this one well in hand, but the Dr.'s plans sound serious. And how will the ominious Raging Roid monster come into play?

FIND OUT TOMORROW! SAME TIME SAME BLOG!
"The Author"

The Adventures of Superfan - Superfan versus Raging Roid episode two
Meanwhile, in a lab in the hill district, A scientist was working on an experimental formula to help enhance athletes. It was a combination of some of the muscle-making mixes with illegal steroids from South America. The scrawny subject on the operating table shivered in fear of what was to come with this injection. The scientist, Dr. Barry Kron said in his thick Russian accent, "This will only hurt a little bit..." as he took the subject's arm, tied a tournaquet around the upper arm and began to tap with his fingers to find a main vein. After finding the vein, he injected an IV Needle and turned the Muscle-Building mixture on full blast as the subject screamed in the night.

The test subject on the table began his startling metamorphisis. His forehead became enlarged and his muscles began to pop all over. The test subject screamed, "What are you going to do to me?" as Dr. Kron slipped a metal band around his head.

Dr. Kron said, "You, as you were, were unimportant. After my memory-wipe, and my mind and body altering drugs, I will send you out to destroy the city." Those were the last words that the weakling heard as the metal band around his head activated and began to erase his memory.

At the Pittsburgh Sports Report Offices

At the Pittsburgh Sports Report Offices, Jerry Jones sat at his computer and was typing out his first-ever feature article on Oliver Perez. He had found his story on how he got to the Pirates interesting and decided to use that as the inspiration. He paused after typing for about 30 minutes and went to pick up his mini-tape recorder to double check what Oliver had said on a certain fact duirng an interview, but he grabbed at air. He looked around and his tape player was nowhere to be found. Jerry slumped back in his chair and began to think, knowing he had it a minute ago. His ears noted a door closing. He pushed himself away from the cubicle desk to see Beth Lyle's door closing up quickly. Jerry decided to use his superpowers to save his own skin, and he started to look through the door and window-blinds. Beth had taken the recorder alright, and was about ready to hit the record button. Two steps and he began to knock on the door of Beth's Office.

"Who is it?"

"MAIL CALL" yelled Jerry, imitating the mailroom clerk's voice.

"I know it's you, Jerry. Go away."

Jerry opened the door anyway as Beth finished straightening out her desk. Her office, besides the contraversial poster on the back of the door, was professional enough, even with what seemed to be a new vase of flowers.

"Hey, Beth, listen, this isn't a social call. I am missing my tape recorder and it has an important interview with Oliver Perez. Any chance you saw it?"

"Why no. I just got my new flowers, you like?"

Jerry looked the vase up and down...He noticed that the vase didn't have any moisture marks. His x-ray vision also revealed that his beloved tape recorder was down in the vase.

"I didn't know you like flowers. Especially when you have allergies."

"Wh...", stammered Beth, before Jerry picked up the plastic flowers, scattered them on the floor, picked up the vase and smashed it open.

"You're gonna pay for that!"

"For what?"

"That's a genuine ming dynasty vase!"

"That says "Made in America 2006" on it. The only thing that says "Made in Japan" on it is...well lookie here. My tape recorder." He gave it a quick listen and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, isn't somebody gonna get a broom to clean it up?" Said Ryan Thomas, who had poked his head in.

"Well, since he destroyed my vase, I think he should clean it up." whined Beth.

"Fine. Then you clean up the mess that's on the..."

"On second thought, I'll pick up the vase. And Jerry, I apologize for borrowing your tape recorder. I needed it for an article I was doing."

Jerry didn't return an apology, but left her office with a mean scowl.

Ryan followed Jerry and asked, "What was that all about?"

"Borrowing my pirates-loving boot!" grumbled Jerry as he continued his article.

Back at the Lab...

Back at the Lab, Dr. Kron went by the experimental cages where his inhuman approach to steroid testing had caused disasterous results, and they were kept like animals, because they were too deformed and too angered to safely release them unto the real world. The last cage featured the Dr.'s latest creation. It's orange fur a cross-contamination of the South American Steroids, but his new life in complete anger had begun. "Ready for your first mission?"

A growl followed by a gravely voice came from the dark regions of the cage. "Yes, Master."

"Good. It won't be for another 24 hours."

A hand with razor sharp claws swiped at the Dr. from the cage. Dr. Kron made his way to the desk...

At police headquarters...

At police headquarters, Chief Hawkins read a letter that was mysteriously placed on his desk. After reading, Hawkins began to break out in a cold sweat. Then thinking hard, he picked up the phone. "Get me the Gulf Building weather tower." And after waiting a few seconds, he barked, "This is Pittsburgh Police Chief Hawkins. Flash both the weather lantern and the home run strobe until I tell you to stop....Why? I need to get a hold of someone. I need SuperFan!"

It's action from here on out, Fans! Tune In Next Time for the next exciting episode!

SAME TIME! SAME BLOG!
"The Author"

The Adventures of Superfan -- SuperFan versus Raging Roid Episode 1
FASTER THAN A WILLIE PARKER RUN
MORE POWERFUL THAN A CHECK FROM SIDNEY CROSBY
ABLE TO SOAR HIGHER THAN A JASON BAY HOMERUN!

UP IN THE SKY! LOOK! IT'S A PLANE, IT'S A BASEBALL...IT'S SUPERFAN!

Yes, Superfan. By Day, a Mild-Mannered College Student Earning his Credits with an Internship at the Pittsburgh Sports Report. But anytime trouble comes calling, wether for sports teams or for the public, He dons his mask and becomes SUPERFAN, a strong man with phyiscal abilities far beyond ANY athlete.
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Flying back from his nightly watch, Superfan steps into a parking garage alcove and slides his mask off, and as he does so, the Pirates Jersey, the Cape, the Blue-Jean shorts and other gear morph into the clothes he usually wears. Now as mild-mannered college student Jerry Jones, he whipped out his pocket notebook, and wrote down some notes. "Test for Morphing Uniform successful. No longer need to pack full uniform for any trip. He stepped out of the parking garage, yawning widely. It had been another day of rounding up muggers and would-be robbers. Exhausting, but it had begun to lose it's luster. He walked back to the dormitory when he saw a police car go flying by.

Stepping back into a darkened ally, he donned his mask once again, saying "Your Hero is Here". The wind tunnel formed around him as he changed back into the hero that was saving the City of Pittsburgh...SUPERFAN.

Superfan stepped out of the alley and flew to follow the police car. The police car led him back to the main downtown police station. "Hm, just an escort this time. Cool." thought SuperFan, and that would have been it, if his extra keen hearing didn't pick up a gruff voice saying, "HEY! SUPERFAN!"

As Superfan swooped down, he noticed it was the Police Chief. The two had wanted to meet, as the Police Chief had been holding news conferences to try and draw SuperFan out. SuperFan had been in a stance to not respond to press conferences. They seemed too impersonal, but the chief had caught his attention. When SuperFan landed, he noticed the Chief, Perry Hawkins, not looking happy.

"You realize that my police car was the only way I could ever attract your attention?" barked Chief Hawkins. Superfan shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it worked," Superfan said, "Now I'm here. What do you want?"

"I want you to stop making us look like fools!" said Chief Hawkins. "It's embarassing to see our police force scrambling for phones trying to get a hold of you because they can't handle a simple mugging. Ever since you came on the scene, my staff morale has plummetted! We don't need you."

SuperFan's temper had reached the boiling point when a thunderclap resounded over his head. Rainwater began to pour down over the city. The minute it touched SuperFan, he felt an energy drop like he never felt before. He staggered over to Chief Hawkins before going under a nearby awning for cover.

"I'm....Only....Trying...to...Help..." said Superfan in a ragged breath, "I...love...this...city...and...want...to...help...keep...it...safe. I'm not..." he paused to cough, "I'm not a vigilante. I am an ally."

Chief Hawkins must have taken pity on the young superhero in his now weakened condition, or maybe he understood how much SuperFan would sacrifice to help him out. But Hawkins toned down his voice and stood just a few feet away from the awning cover. "What's happenening? You sick?" said a now concerned Hawkins as he reached up to remove the mask. Superfan reached up to shield himself. "No...Please. If I am to continue to help...my real identity must not be known, or the underworld and other villans will know how to come after me."

Hawkins moved his hand from the mask to the underside of SuperFan's chin to feel his temperature. "What's wrong with you?" said Hawkins.

After Superfan regained some strength, he replied, "Just like a baseball game can be rained out, so can my powers. I get weak when I have rain water pour down on me. And if I don't get a raincoat, or shelter quickly, I will pass out and be completely defenseless and powerless.

"Listen...I want to still help. I have a scanner, but if you need me, contact the workers at the Gulf Tower. Have them flash the weather light and the home run strobe at the top of the building. I'll notice it and I'll get a hold of you."

"I dunno if I can do that," said Hawkins, "But I will call upon you soon. Maybe to strategize or something."

"Sounds good."

The rain subsided, and with power fully regained, Superfan flew away back to the dormitory window. It was a tight squeeze, but he got in and removed his mask. Jerry then laid down and fell asleep before the latest report of his activities came on.

Meanwhile, in a lab in the hill district...

Meanwhile, in a lab in the hill district, A scientist was working on an experimental formula to help enhance athletes. It was a combination of some of the muscle-making mixes with illegal steroids from South America. The scrawny subject on the operating table shivered in fear of what was to come with this injection. The scientist, Dr. Barry Kron said in his thick Russian accent, "This will only hurt a little bit..." as he took the subject's arm, tied a tournaquet around the upper arm and began to tap with his fingers to find a main vein. After finding the vein, he injected an IV Needle and turned the Muscle-Building mixture on full blast as the subject screamed in the night.

What will become of this test subject? And will the police and SuperFan ever get along?

TUNE IN FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE! SAME TIME! SAME BLOG
"The Author"

The Adventures Of SuperFan - Origins Part 5
Landing on the roof of Hi-Tops, he quickly took off the mask, changed into his street clothes, removed the cape from his jersey and made his way downstairs into the main bar. Acting like he just came out, bat in hand and bookbag on his back, he tried to act suprised as he watched the policemen haul away two rapists. "One mission down...One to go." Thought Jerry as he crossed that same intersection to head inside PNC Park.

Stopping by that same pillar, he re-packed the pants and shirt he left there, and carefully folded his mask into the cape, and then the cape on itself so it would appear black against the backpack's black interior. Jerry realized after he stepped out of Hi-Tops that the security presence would be beefed up since his appearance over what should've been restricted airspace. If he was caught with his full superfan costume, he would be in trouble...At that point, he remembered the name on the back of his jersey..."Superfan"...Great...He stepped out of the bag inspection line, and took off the jersey. He thought, "Who wears #3 again?" At that instant, the jersey name on the back changed to "J. Wilson". Woah! That was something he needed to check his book for. But that didn't matter now. He had to get back in line.

A yellow-shirted security officer stopped him. "Open the bag up, please."

He did so, and the officer inspected the case closely. It had bottled water, what looked like a textbook, and a change of clothes. The guard took a closer look at the young man wearing a white pirates Jersey and a 70's-era ballcap.

"Aren't you the fellow who saved those two girls?"

Sweat dropped from his brow as he gulped and said, "No, sir. I was over at Hi-Tops. By the time I got out there, I saw the police carting them away."

"Turn around," said the guard.

Jerry obliged. The guard, satisfied that he was NOT SuperFan, allowed him through to the Ticket Agent.

Over in the Left Field Bleachers...

Over in the Left Field Bleachers, the crowd was silent, with heads in hands. Even when the Pirate Parrot made an appearance, all he got was a "ho-hum" from the audience onhand to watch the ballgame. Jerry wasn't in this lull, however. But it was due to the fact that the Pirates were down 2-0 against Cleveland in the bottom of the 7th. The Pirates had two on, and the crowd was yawning. Everyone was thinking "SOP...Same Ol' Pirates...They'll lose it again." Jerry heard each of these thoughts in unison, and had been developing a plan to try and break the spell. He ran up to the organist as Jack Wilson stepped up to the plate. He whispered in his ear.

"Awake, and make some nose!"

The organist snapped out of the trance-like state he was in and slid a cd into the player. Before Jack stepped in, A chorus of Jumpin Jack Flash played as Jerry ran back down to the bleacher seats. By then the count was 3-2. Of course, Jerry's speed was now unmatched even on a normal level, but it was a hurry. He got down to the Left Field Bleachers, turned his hat backwards and yelled at the top of his lungs as he descended the bleacher steps....

"AWAKE, FELLOW LOONIES!"

The whole left field grandstand perked up at who said that. Jerry lifted his arms, and from the bat that he now held, was a different Jolly Roger flag. It was a Skull and Cross-Bats on a golden field. He waved the flag proudly as Jack fouled off another pitch. Then the magic words that he used on the Organist.

"AWAKE, AND MAKE SOME NOISE!"

Jerry began stomping the step he stood on, and it reverberated with a loud THUD heard throughout the stadium. As he picked up the stomping, his flag flew higher on the bat, the crowd began to get the idea and started to clap along, stomp their feet. The beat got faster, and faster. Jack Wilson stepped out of the batter's box to acknowlege the crowd being behind him. As he stepped back in, Jerry let out a primal scream. The ball, thrown at 95 miles per hour, was straight and true for Jack.

KRAK!

Jerry yelled it at the top of his lungs.

"FLY BALL! DEEP TO LEFT FIELD!! GO BALL!!!!!! GET OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!"

The ball did go out of there...As a HOMERUN. The crowd exploded in a caphony of cheers and squeals of delight. Fireworks were set off in the river as The "Looney Bin" began dancing around the flag that was on the end of Jerry's Bat. Jerry just waved it proudly.

In the ninth inning...

In the ninth inning the crowd was doing well on it's own. They were all on their feet applauding. The Pirates were clinging to a 3-2 lead, and Mike Gonzalez made two people ground out. The applause became defaning when the count was full. Gonzalez felt a little extra inspiration and BURNED a fastball past the batter that, according to the in-stadium Juggs gun went 99 miles an hour. The crowd erupted, Sanchez pumped his fists, and Jerry was hoisted on high by the Loonies, and was given a hero's escort by the Left Field Loonies to the Clemente Bridge. Jerry then continued on his own, waving his Pirates Flag high.

Back at the dorms...

Back at the dorms, Jerry was pouring over a few more pages in his Superhero Book. A couple of words really caught his attention...

"With your new powers comes a great responsibility. Never use your powers for greed or the evil gains."

That got Jerry to thinking....Did I use my powers to help people enjoy a game? Or to help the Pirates win? The 11:00 news showed him waving the flag after the homerun, and the announcer saying, "Well there's some happy Pirates fans. It was their sudden appearance in the game that helped the Pirates win 3-2 over the Cleveland Indians..."

Jerry clicked off the tv and smiled. His consience was clean, and he could sleep....And he slept deeper than any other time in his life.

So, Jerry Jones, the Meek office intern at a local Pittsburgh Sports Newsletter becomes a hero in more ways than one. It is definitely what the city needed, but what new challenges will await him in the future? It's the end of one story, but the start of another is just beyond the sunrise.

KEEP RETURNING TO THIS SITE FOR THE NEXT EXCITING MISSION AS JERRY AND HIS NEW ALTER EGO FIGHT THE FORCES OF EVIL IN....

"THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERFAN!"

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The Author

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The Adventures of SuperFan - Origins Part 4
At the corner of General Robinson and Federal Streets, Jerry was looking around, looking like he was enjoying the day before going inside to watch the Pirates game. He was completely secure of all his valuables, and especially the new ones inside his ever-present backpack. He ducked inside "Ugly" bar and put on his game clothes. But while he was in the restroom, and when no one was around, he pulled out his superhero book. He thumbed through the pages until he reached the page he dog-eared. His outfit was on, and as he put on the mask, he began to recite...

"Ancient Powers from present and past
and from every uncharted land
Come together in seamless form
In one unified power band

Create in me a power unmatched
to make me a better mortal man
Take me from an ordinary person
into the ultimate SUPER-FAN!"

The sound of rushing wind entered the tiny restroom stall. Knowing this would happen, Jerry quickly put a set of earphones on his head, and started to blast a compilation mix that would not only get him psyched for sports, but would inspire him to be the person that he truly felt he was. It started with the fanfare from "Rocky", a few songs from his Jock Jams cd, but it ended with a complete version of the song his neighbors kept playing. And just when Bonnie Tyler's voice started asking where all the good men had gone, a wind tunnel formed in the stall. At this point, Jerry cautiously laid his mask near the wind tunnel's vortex. At that point, Jerry heard the wind grow the loudest it had been, and struggled to keep his music going. Images of Superman in flight, Batman in Combat, Cyclops' eye beams, Spider-Man's Agility, and other abilites flashed through his mind. It was if his own mental abilites had expanded. Then the wind died down. The vortex dissapeared, and all had returned to normal.

He went back to the book he had opened, and read on.
"This now completes the special object function. Whenever the object is utilized by the spell-caster with a special phrase or word, such as Captain Marvel's "Sha-zam", the powers of that special object will enforce itself on the user."

"Oh great," thought Jerry. "I never gave a phrase." He read on.

"If a phrase or word is not given during the spell casting, any phrase uttered by the user before first use will become the trigger."

So Jerry thought hard as he cleaned up and left the bar.

Meanwhile...
Meanwhile the two young girls were walking across the street to PNC Park. Since the news had broken of the attempted rapes, and the inability of the police to catch the criminals, fewer women were showing up for the "Ladies Nights" promotions. The two did not notice the dark figures that were tailing them, undressing them with their eyes. As the two figures approached the ladies, the two pulled out cloth gags to mute their screams. Their routine to quiet the ladies down usually worked, as no one could hear them...

No one, that is, except for a young man in a 1970's pirates cap making his way from Pirates Outfitters, a new wooden baseball bat in hand. His newly sensitive ears heard the two screams as clear as a bell. His eyes noticed where they were being abducted. His one ear in reality, the other plugged into the music...

"I need a hero.."

Jerry pulled the mask out and ducked behind a stone column of the ballpark. His good shirt off, his swisher pants pulled down to reveal the denim shorts, a cape tucked into the shoulders of his jersey, he put on his mask and said, "Your hero is here."

In a small whirlwind, he became the one hero that not only the Pirates needed, but the whole city, and specifically two young women, needed at that moment. His muscles grew to massive definition and strength. His feet became nimble and quick, as his cape flowed behind him. He was no longer Jerry Jones, the intern and sports junkie...He was SUPERFAN.

"Leave those women alone!" yelled Superfan in a deep and clear voice.

The two thugs looked up at who they saw, and began to laugh. One approached with a knife and made a stabbing motion. Superfan crumpled to the ground, and the thug walked away, thinking his trail was covered at last. But Superfan rose up, crushed the knife with his bare hand, and threw his bat like a javelin. Allthough his aim was low, it was enough to trip up the would-be rapist, and have him fall flat on his face. As soon as he was on the ground, Superfan reached his arm out and his bat returned to him.

The other thug tried to approach from behind, but Superfan grabbed his shirt collar, and with the other hand, wagged his finger in the other thug's face, and threw a heavy punch. The blow sent the thug a good 5 feet back on his back. The two then rushed together. Superfan held his bat in the air and with his new acute sense of timing, Swung the bat.

The air around the bat swing nearly boomed as his swing struck true. The two thugs doubled over as the bat hit their stomachs. "Strike One." yelled SuperFan. An uppercut-type strike with the bat stood them upright, yet still left them stunned. "Strike Two" cheered SuperFan as noticed the police car coming around the corner. "Open the door, Officer. Here they come!" SuperFan Yelled to the policeman nearest the paddy wagon. As the doors opened, SuperFan got ready to swing, but the thugs had dissapeared in his distraction to notify the cops. SuperFan did not swing, but closed his eyes. He crouched and sprung into the air, and found himself flying toward the Roberto Clemente Bridge, easily catching up with the two crimials, beating a hasty retreat. He picked them up, knocked their heads together, and with a vicious batswing, he bounced them off the top of the paddy wagon. "Strike Three, You're Out!" called SuperFan when they were in the custody of the police,who arrested them for the attempted rape. SuperFan returned to the corner of General Robinson and Federal Street, and asked the two young women, "Are you allright?"

"Oh yes, thanks to you...um...who are you?"

"You can call me...SuperFan." And with that, he flew high into the sky.

Landing on the roof of Hi-Tops, he quickly took off the mask, changed into his street clothes, removed the cape from his jersey and made his way downstairs into the main bar. Acting like he just came out, bat in hand and bookbag on his back, he tried to act suprised as he watched the policemen haul away two rapists. "One mission down...One to go." Thought Jerry as he crossed that same intersection to head inside PNC Park.

One mission down, and one to go? What is SuperFan's other mission today? And how will the police react when they find out that they've been aided by a new superhero?

It's action and drama from here on out! Tune in for our next exciting episode.

SAME TIME! SAME BLOG!
The Author

--All comic book characters, and references to PNC Park and the Pittsburgh Pirates does not imply ownership of the titles/names/locations used--

--The story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to person or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All locations, and ball player names are used in the fictious sense.--

The Adventures of Superfan - Origins Part 3
Jerry walked into the offices of the Pittsburgh Sports Report for another day, but this time, he had a purpose, a mission...that and an overstuffed backpack. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door of the editor, Ryan Thomas...The man who was giving him his internship grade.

"Come in!" came the deep voice of the Editor-In-Chief.

Jerry walked in with a swagger that had not been seen from him in the office at all.

"Mr. Thomas, I want to tell you that I have had a ball working here. I am wondering, however, if I can try to do something else besides just reporting on Pirates games?"

Ryan Thomas peered up from his preview copy of the newspaper, and Jerry had expected a mad and angry look, but this was one of surprise.

"I thought you liked doing the pirates game reports."

"Well, I do, sir, but I want to get the most out of my internship." Jerry continued. On the inside he was shaking like a leaf, but did not show it.

"Well, we could use some feature-ish articles about some of these Pirates players. I'd like to keep you with the organization, but if you want to try something else, that sounds fine. There is a lot more than just Pittsburgh Pirates. Do you still want the tickets every day? I mean, not for press box, but for the bleachers?"

"Yes, sir. I was hoping we would be able to continue that."

"Absolutely! In fact, I have today's ticket right here. I'll give you an assignment tomorrow."

As Jerry walked out of the office, he was STUNNED! How did he do that? He was able to convince him of doing that...well, I guess that a lot of people ask for something different in their lives. Jerry grabbed his backpack and went to his intern cubicle to set up some special equipment.

His intern cubicle was not big by any stretch of the imagination, but it could hold one more piece of equipment. He set up a police scanner, turned it on, and began to fiddle with the antenna...

"You covering police beats now?"

Jerry gasped as he turned around and saw Beth Lyle. She'd been given several nicknames including "Beth Lye", "Death Beth", and other names too blue to write here. She scowled at him, like he was doing something wrong.

"You're not supposed to have a scanner."

"Well, let's just say that you go your way, and I'll go mine."

"What do you mean? I'm telling the boss, and making sure you get an F."

"Fine, you tell him I have a scanner, and I'll tell him about that poster of James Denton..."

Beth covered his mouth, and he worked his way out of her hands.

"If you tell him that I have a nude poster of him, I'll be ruined."

"Fine, so one hand washes the other. You don't tell him about the scanner, I don't tell him about the poster you put up with rubber cement instead of tape."

Beth fumed, as she walked away. Jerry knew he had her in the palm of his hand. The worst they could do to him was ask him to take his police scanner somewhere else. If they discovered that naked poster, she would be out of here so fast, his head would spin.

Finally alone, he unpacked the rest of his backpack and began to add the final details to the costume. The mask was cut just below the tip of the nose. The white would not do a lot for his face, so he began to paint one half of it black, and the other half of it gold, splitting it right down the bridge of the nose. Letting it dry, he poured over the paper reading about a current crime spree happening around PNC Park. It wasn't becoming a safe place for women, and the article in the Pittsburgh Sports Report saying that the Pirates may be discontinuing the "Ladies Nights" in PNC Park. Jerry said to himself, "These attacks and attempted rapes have been going on long enough. It's pretty sad when a Stadium is not a safe place for anyone, especially women. It's bad enough when the streets aren't safe to walk on." As soon as his mask dried, he packed everything except his police scanner, cleaned up his sneakers, and made his way over to the home of the 2006 All-Star Game.

Meanwhile...
Meanwhile, down at Hi-Tops Bar and Grill, two men dressed in black sat in the back corner. The men looked like Pirates Fans, but they loved to scan the girls that would go in there. They would try to find one that was on her own. And this time, they have. It was a blond, who could have been a socialite by her good looks. They looked at her purse and it was genuine Louis Vitton. The next girl they sized up was a brunette. One nudged and whispered, "She's got legs that go on forever...Looks like we're getting a two-fer."

At the corner of General Robinson and Federal Streets....

At the corner of General Robinson and Federal Streets, Jerry was looking around, looking like he was enjoying the day before going inside to watch the Pirates game. He was completely secure of all his valuables, and especially the new ones inside his ever-present backpack. He ducked inside "Ugly" bar and put on his game clothes. But while he was in the restroom, and when no one was around, he pulled out his superhero book. He thumbed through the pages until he reached the page he dog-eared. His outfit was on, and as he put on the mask, he began to recite...

Recite what? Jerry is getting himself into uncharted territory. What could happen to him once his recitation is complete? And what of those two young women scouted by the two unknown attackers?

More action is to come, Sports Fans! Tune in for the next exciting episode!

SAME TIME! SAME BLOG!
The Author

--Pittsburgh Pirates, PNC Park, Pittsburgh Sports Report, and other related items are used in the fictional sense. All other names, places and incidents used are fictitious. Any similarity to persons living, or dead, is purely coincidental.---

The Adventures of Superfan - "Origins" part 2
Jerry came across a thick volume in the used book store. A Leather-bound book called "The Essence of Super Heroes" There was no author on the spine of the book, but he thought he might like it. And it would be nice to repay the used book store owner after saving him from the muggers. He grabbed the book to take it off the shelf, but he felt a surge of energy flow through him. It scared him, and he recoiled, putting his back against the opposite book case. He took a deep breath, and touched the book again. Then he picked it up. As he felt the energy surge through him, he tried to keep his look nanchalant as he made his way down the stairs and back up to the front cash register.

"Oh, you want to buy?"

"Yessir, if you are willing to sell this."

"For you, my friend...eh...I'll let that go for about $6.50."

Jerry Jones checked his pocket..."How about I give you five dollars for it?"

"Five-fifty"

"Deal."

The store owner smiled gently as he put the book in a bag. Jerry gave him the money, and the two parted ways.

Jerry arrived in his dorm room with an excitement he'd never felt since he got to college. He closed the door, locked it behind him, and sat down to read the book. What he thought was going to be a thesis on comic book legend actually turned out to be something quite different. The words on the yellowed pages looked more like a recipie than a story. Jerry began to freak out a little bit, and wondered, "Could it actually work?"

The dancers in the next room started blasting their song again. Bonnie Tyler's "Holding out for a hero" played through the walls again. This time, Jerry was not in the mood for the music, so he pounded on the wall. "HEY! Can you keep it down tonight?"

The music faded to a point where he couldn't hear it, but the song continued to loop in his head over and over, especially the chorus...

"I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast,
and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light.
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon
and He's gotta be larger than life."

Jerry grabbed the tablet and the large volume he bought, and began to sketch.

The next day...

The next day was busy, but not at the offices of the Pittsburgh Sports Report. The Pirates Game was rained out so he was let go early, with his internship pay. Allthough it wasn't much, he didn't spend a lot on himself. Today though was a different score. He went over to Honus Wagner sporting goods, and sorted through each of the Pirates Jerseys on the wall. He found a blank one, and went to the manager.

"How much?"

"You actually WANT a Pirates jersey? Kid if you really want it, you're either nuts or you..."

"Want it personalized." said both Jerry and the Manager in unison.
He flinched again. "Wait...did I just...I could swear I heard him say it before he did..." Jerry thought to himself. "Meh, just a coincidence."

He then spoke up to the manager, "Yes. I'd like the number 3 with this name on the back." He then handed the manager the name he'd scribbled on a napkin. It didn't cost him too much, but it was a start. The next stop was the May Company department store, where he found a pair of blue-jean shorts, and a bottle of sneaker white. The costume shop was able to provide him with a white mask of a human face, and it also gave him ideas while he went to the craft store.

"Yes, sir, may I help you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'd like this much of black material and this much of Pirates gold."

"You realize that...

"I'm not buying a full bolt of fabric, yes. But I don't need it."

She looked at him quizzically. "Um..yah...that's what I was going to say..."

His eyes widened. Jerry fished in his pocket for a deck of cards. He pulled it out, and said to the lady..."I know you think I'm crazy, but pick a card out of the deck."

She picked one out and held it up to her eyes so that Jerry couldn't see it.

"Three of Clubs"

"Oh my god...Sir, you're right."

Jerry shook his head..."Ok, enough games. I'd like the fabric."

When he returned to the dorms...

When he returned to the dorms, he looked like a pack rat, but he sat down in the middle of the floor and started to stitch and sew, cut and trim, paint and fit. The costume was crude at best...something like any ordinary fan would put together...But this was not an ordinary fan's idea. The idea had occured to him last night as he read his new book. He thought, "What if...If it doesn't work, the worst that can happen is I'll get on TV and I'd be unrecognizable. But if it works..."

But if it works, then what? Is Jerry in over his head, or is he really being guided by forces unknown?

TUNE IN NEXT TIME! SAME TIME! SAME BLOG!

The Adventures of SuperFan--"Origins" Part 1
Jerry Jones walked into his dorm room, and flopped down on his bed. The internship at "Pittsburgh Sports Report" was not going well. He was getting the hours he needed, but not the fun he was expecting. It wasn't the fact that it was hard work, but as he told himself many different times, "How do you say 'The Pirates Lose' in so many different ways?" He wrote some of the game articles for the daily sports newspaper, and couldn't wait to get his own column so he could rant and try to rally the fans behind the lovable losers of Major League Baseball.
Jerry picked up his copy of the Post-Gazette and began to read about the numerous crimes in the city. This brought him further into disappointment and despair. After a few minutes, he put down his newspaper, picked up his remote control and began flipping through the basic cable channels. He came across Cartoon Network, showing an episode of "Teen Titans", and lost himself in the familiar world of Comic Book Superheroes. As soon as "Teen Titans" was over, he picked up a Spider Man comic and began to pour through it's pages for the 100th time.
The next door neighbors were practicing their dance routines for jazz, and had their music blasting again. This time, though, it didn't bother Jerry. He barely recognized it as a song by Bonnie Tyler from the film "Flashdance". This inspired him to write. He made his way to the computer, double clicked on the word processor and began to type furiously. Sweat poured out of his forehead as he typed the frantic words in the letter to the editor of PSR. He titled the letter, "Holding out for a superhero", and emailed it to his boss, the Editor-In-Chief of PSR, Ryan Thomas. Jerry then went to sleep, images of Superman, Spiderman, Starfire, and Storm dancing in his head.

The next day...

The next day, when Jerry reported to work, he was called immediately into Ryan Thomas' office.
"Your email to me was pretty wild. All this stuff about superheroes...get it out of your head. They don't exist!"
"I know that, boss, but I am using Superheroes as the analogy."
"You are a reporter...BUT with a little re-working you could use this as a column. Good job."
"...really? I thought I was in trouble!"
"No, you weren't. You're expressing the opinion of every Pirates fan in Pittsburgh...but you do it in such a different way."
As Jerry left Mr. Thomas' office and sat down to write his daily feature-style article, he put the Superheroes on the backburner, and began to write his outline on a tablet.

After work...

After work was done, and since he didn't have a game to cover that night, Jerry Jones went out walking the Streets of Downtown Pittsburgh, again dejected and disappointed with not only his personal life, but with his team. It was one of these days that he thought he was the only Pirates fan. Then he saw it. Two thugs, dressed in black, approaching him. He put his keys in his fist, and as soon as the two approached him, one wound up his fist. Jerry dodged the punch and started to run as fast as he could. Three blocks later, and the muggers started to catch up to him. He then ducked in an open store, and pressed his back against the door, while the muggers tried to force their way in. James then heard a "Click-CLICK!" as the store owner pointed a gun directly at James...James ducked down, and the Manager said, "Thanks. I wanted a clear shot at those guys."
Jerry looked up, saw the muggers were gone, and thanked the owner. "You saved my life, sir."

"My pleasure, sonny. Anyway, welcome to my used book store. Feel free to browse."

As Jerry made his way around the shelves, he found a thick volume with a leather cover near the collections of Graphic Novels from Dark Horse comics. The spine read, "The Essence of SuperHeroes", and had no author.

What does this book contain? And how will this affect Jerry?
Find out in our next exciting episode. Same Time, Same Blog.

"The Author"

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Welcome
Hi folks. I am "The Author". I am keeping hid for now until I find out how well this goes, but this site will NOT be a journal or an ordinary blog.

I am an old-time radio fan and I have currently listening to "The Adventures of Superman" on the website www.radiospirits.com. This has inspired me to create a sports-themed superhero. You will see his name coming soon as we have the origins of the story come about.

Much like the radio series and in comic books, Storylines will be on a "To Be Continued..." or "TBC..." basis. I am greatly in love with keeping people on the precipice to see if the hero will save himself or he will fall. So when my story starts, believe me it will be rolling.

If there are any budding artists willing to draw my superhero, I will be grateful. I will supply an email to submit the pictures.

Good Reading!
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