in the whispering echoes of the grand, yet unknown, stadiums, a serene proposal floats through the air, much like a duck gliding over tranquil waters. imagine, if you will, a place where every game is a chance to reset to the beginning, where every cheer and shout is as predisjunctive as the mysteries that i, a spectral presence, roam through these hallowed halls, recounting tales of triumphant victories and heartfelt losses, all woven into the fabric of time itself.