A good ole fashioned deal with the devil. (Except it's actually evil.)
I was always a little skeptical of such things. Too many questions needed to be answered. Think about it for a second.
How are the legalities handled? I mean, Satan has been known to lie. How can you be sure you're getting a fair deal for the loss of your soul?
Do you use a contract? That seems worthless.
Do you just hope his inherently evil nature doesn't change, and just agree with a handshake?
Maybe there is a legal precedence for these types of agreements.
If that's the case, then how do you find a lawyer who specializes in pacts with Lucifer?
How do you arrange the meeting? Through a Ouija Board? Your neighborhood psychic shop? Do you and your lawyer just turn off the lights in the bathroom, say three Bloody Marys, and then hope the evil one shows up?
Here's the way Charlie Daniels described it:
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you.
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been.
Still, Johnny just seems insulted by Satan's arrogance, and he knew that golden fiddle—with an inscription reading "Anytime Lucy"—would be a great conversation piece.
So I still wasn't 100% sold...yet.
However, low-grade YouTube documentaries (highlighting pop music's connection to the evil Illuminati) can make you forget about technicalities, and turn you into a bona fide conspiracy theorist.
Now that I assume anyone who is successful had to have sold his soul to get there, I got to thinking about coaches who have most likely cut a deal for the sports glory they are now experiencing.
In my research, I've also identified when I believe the transaction took place.
Let's take a look.