“Offense you’re going to be downfield with Coach Stern, defense, you’re gonna be up field with me and Coach Dennis. All right, what are you all doing just standing around? Let’s play!”
As much as I hated to admit it, Coach Reed seemed like a pretty awesome coach, and I was most definitely looking forward to playin’ for him. I wish I could say the thought was mutual, but I wasn’t quite sure just how he felt about me yet. Either way, I had to keep my head in the game and on the prize. I was here for one reason and one reason only, to get drafted in the NFL and hopefully get to play for the Niners one day, and I would do best not to forget that fact again.
Practice went about as well as I thought it would. For being a quarterback who rarely if ever gets hit, there was an extra bit of contact goin’ on today. I hadn’t felt this sore since I first started peewee league back when I was eight. It was amazing how college aged boys could act like tiny whiny girls when things didn’t exactly go their way. It’s not like I purposefully came here to take stupid Thompson’s place, I came to get a better education and do exactly what he was setting out to do, make it in the NFL. Hopefully come springtime, I would be out of his hair and he would never have to hear from me again.
I thought about takin’ a shower here, but by the time I made my way back to the locker room, I honestly just didn’t feel like dealin’ with anymore shit from the big bunch of babies huddlin’ around the lockers. I quickly changed into my street clothes, and started makin’ my way out to the parking lot. Thank god it was already Wednesday, because I wasn’t quite sure how much longer I could take being around all these pansy asses before takin’ out my aggression on the other team. And trust me when I say, I have an extreme amount of aggression.
“Hey, Green. You too good to shower with the likes of us?”
Just the sound of his voice made me want to haul off and punch anything I possibly could, him included. “Ha ha. I’ve got somewhere to be, that’s all.” As much as I wished he would just walk away, I had a distinct feelin’ that he was about to follow me all the way home if he could. I slid my key into the truck door, and silently prayed that this dickhead didn’t start somethin’ that I knew I couldn’t finish if I wanted to keep my spot on the team. And then it dawned on me.
“Come on Green, why are you really here? You came all the way from Texas to accomplish what? You really think your dumbass is gonna get called up in the draft? Ha!”
“You know, Thompson, I’ve dealt with guys like you my entire life playin’ this sport. You think you’re better than everyone else because what, your daddy has a lot of money? Oh wait, because you have to prove that you can actually do somethin’ physical, because your brain just ain’t smart enough?” I made sure to put a hillbilly twang on every last word I spoke, because I knew deep down, that’s exactly what he thought of me.
Thompson came runnin’ at me, pushin’ me up against the rusty metal door on my truck. “Stay out of my way, Green . You can only fake who you are for so long. Not everybody is going to buy into the whole, nice southern gentlemen act for too long. I know who you are deep down, and you’re no better than the rest of those white trash hillbillies that you call family.”
I closed my eyes tightly shut, and took in a deep breath as I convinced myself to play it cool. “It is what it is, Thompson. I’m not gonna fight you, even though I know that’s exactly what you want me to do. Do you really think I’m dumb enough to fight you, and get kicked off the team? I have fought far too long and far too hard to get where I am, and I’m not gonna let some insecure piece of shit like you ruin it for me. Guess we’ll just have to see who the better man is.” I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a gentle
As much as I hated to admit it, Coach Reed seemed like a pretty awesome coach, and I was most definitely looking forward to playin’ for him. I wish I could say the thought was mutual, but I wasn’t quite sure just how he felt about me yet. Either way, I had to keep my head in the game and on the prize. I was here for one reason and one reason only, to get drafted in the NFL and hopefully get to play for the Niners one day, and I would do best not to forget that fact again.
Practice went about as well as I thought it would. For being a quarterback who rarely if ever gets hit, there was an extra bit of contact goin’ on today. I hadn’t felt this sore since I first started peewee league back when I was eight. It was amazing how college aged boys could act like tiny whiny girls when things didn’t exactly go their way. It’s not like I purposefully came here to take stupid Thompson’s place, I came to get a better education and do exactly what he was setting out to do, make it in the NFL. Hopefully come springtime, I would be out of his hair and he would never have to hear from me again.
I thought about takin’ a shower here, but by the time I made my way back to the locker room, I honestly just didn’t feel like dealin’ with anymore shit from the big bunch of babies huddlin’ around the lockers. I quickly changed into my street clothes, and started makin’ my way out to the parking lot. Thank god it was already Wednesday, because I wasn’t quite sure how much longer I could take being around all these pansy asses before takin’ out my aggression on the other team. And trust me when I say, I have an extreme amount of aggression.
“Hey, Green. You too good to shower with the likes of us?”
Just the sound of his voice made me want to haul off and punch anything I possibly could, him included. “Ha ha. I’ve got somewhere to be, that’s all.” As much as I wished he would just walk away, I had a distinct feelin’ that he was about to follow me all the way home if he could. I slid my key into the truck door, and silently prayed that this dickhead didn’t start somethin’ that I knew I couldn’t finish if I wanted to keep my spot on the team. And then it dawned on me.
“Come on Green, why are you really here? You came all the way from Texas to accomplish what? You really think your dumbass is gonna get called up in the draft? Ha!”
“You know, Thompson, I’ve dealt with guys like you my entire life playin’ this sport. You think you’re better than everyone else because what, your daddy has a lot of money? Oh wait, because you have to prove that you can actually do somethin’ physical, because your brain just ain’t smart enough?” I made sure to put a hillbilly twang on every last word I spoke, because I knew deep down, that’s exactly what he thought of me.
Thompson came runnin’ at me, pushin’ me up against the rusty metal door on my truck. “Stay out of my way, Green . You can only fake who you are for so long. Not everybody is going to buy into the whole, nice southern gentlemen act for too long. I know who you are deep down, and you’re no better than the rest of those white trash hillbillies that you call family.”
I closed my eyes tightly shut, and took in a deep breath as I convinced myself to play it cool. “It is what it is, Thompson. I’m not gonna fight you, even though I know that’s exactly what you want me to do. Do you really think I’m dumb enough to fight you, and get kicked off the team? I have fought far too long and far too hard to get where I am, and I’m not gonna let some insecure piece of shit like you ruin it for me. Guess we’ll just have to see who the better man is.” I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a gentle
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