Rob Bromley Calls In Sick But Evidence Suggests He Was At Home Playing Zelda

By: Harold Leeder

June 12, 2017

You’d recognize the voice anywhere, it’s one that sounds smoother than Pappy Van Winkle on the back of your tongue. In fact, if molasses on cornbread made a sound, that sound would be his voice. That’s right we’re talking about legendary sports man Rob Bromley, and today this voice of a generation sounded strained, garbled, like someone had poured salt water all over your box of perfectly good taffy.

Earlier today, Bromley called into the station just as WKYT This Morning was beginning, knowing all too well that’d he’d probably get management’s voicemail. “I’m not sure I can,” he began, before pausing for what could only have been dramatic effect, “can make it in today.”

Bill Bryant, named Lexington’s #1 news anchor by BillBryant.com, was the first to be suspicious of Bromley’s voicemail. “I know he was up late last night, he texted me around 11 saying he wanted to finish watching ‘his Preds’ and had started another pot of coffee.”

During the first commercial break, Bryant asked management to play the lengthy voicemail for the rest of the staff.

“Look, I don’t want to get into details about my illness, but I’m not sure if I’m contagious, and I don’t want the whole team getting whatever I got, and believe you me they don’t want it. I mean I’m pretty sick, but not so sick I’ll be out all week…”

“Stop rewind that, there’s a sound in the background that’s like sonar on a submarine, but more familiar,” Victor Puente interrupted the voicemail, and slowly rose from his chair with the intrepid confidence of a homicide detective. He stood silently for a moment, his head cocked, hand to the air as he listened intently to the recording. “Yes, yes that beeping do you hear it? That’s the shrine locator from Breath of the Wild, I’d recognize it anywhere.”

“Also if you listen closely you’ll here the whisp of the wind beating against a torch, which by my estimation would place him somewhere in the Lost Woods, or running thro…” Puente continued before realizing everyone had left the room.

Management said they’d ask Bromley for a doctor’s note, but wouldn’t push too hard, “Everyone should get to play hooky once in a while, and the guy’s retiring in September why not just let him get away with one. Besides that game is super addicting.”