War of the Roses: Redux Edition

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War of the Roses: Redux Edition

Post by Caesar » 03 May 2020, 23:35

Blinding Lights

“It’s been a brutal first quarter for the Terrebonne Tigers here in Shreveport, but thanks to their defense they’re still hanging in there. Jackson heads out onto the field and Coach Pierce McCoy would’ve told his quarterback to hold onto the ball after putting it on the turf twice last drive to kill any momentum they could’ve drummed up.”

Danny felt as if an elephant was sitting on his chest as he went through his cadence. Each play made him more anxious, more nervous, more fearful of messing up. Each time he thought he’d figured out what Euless’ defense was doing, he was wrong.

He changed the protection. Clapping his hands, he called for the snap. As it had been the entire game so far, the offensive line was eviscerated, and he was flushed out of the pocket. He ran toward the sideline, trying to keep the play alive. He pumped once but decided to get rid of it and pulled his arm back to throw it away.

Before he could, a defensive lineman smashed into his back, jarring the ball loose.

Fortunately, it rolled out of bounds.

The young quarterback could hear the groans of the crowd and knew they were growing displeased with his poor performance. Glancing over, he saw Keilan and Freddie shadowing Coach McCoy’s every move, likely waiting for the signal to go warm up.



“Jackson throws a duck downfield just as he’s getting hit and he’s lucky that one isn’t picked off. Third and ten for the Tigers on their own 42.”



“McCoy goes with the safe option and dials up a run on third down. Santiago takes it up the middle for a gain of two before being brought down.”



“Well, it looks like Pierce McCoy is keeping his offense out there again. You’d think after giving Euless short fields on their past two drives that they’d punt it, but here we go. Jackson’s in the shotgun, four split out wide three by one.

“Jackson gets the snap and he finally has time to scan the field as the Trojans drop eight into coverage. The sophomore steps up and heaves it downfield toward Jenkins and--- it’s well off-line and PICKED OFF! Jackson missed that one by a mile and Erik Jenkins has it going the other way! Euless has a convoy around him and he’s going to waltz into the endzone, 16-0 Trojans!”



Caesar stood in the spot where he’d stopped when he noticed the ball was poorly thrown, his hands on his hips. Yanking at his chin strap, he stalked toward the sideline. He spotted Danny and grabbed the sophomore by his shoulder pads.

“Are you fucking blind?! I’m not a fucking gunner and you aren’t a fucking punter! You’re supposed to at least throw it in my direction, you dumbfuck!” Caesar shoved him away and went toward the bench, ignoring Coach McCoy who called his name.



“Terrebonne looks to have gone more conservative here with a run on first down, but Santiago doesn’t get very far.”



“Another run by Terrebonne and Santiago breaks this one for a first down – their first one of the game. The Tigers fans give an ironic cheer.”



“Jackson puts that one in the dirt and in the closing moments of the first quarter, Terrebonne’s quarterback looks like he’ll go an entire period of this one only throwing complete passes to the other team.”



“Jackson is flushed out of the pocket for what feels like the thousandth time and flicks a short pass over the middle and – it’s picked off by Ray Jones. Trojans football.”



“Braxton Barrios drops back and fires a laser to DeAndre Matthews for a first down. You can definitely see the difference between the senior on Euless’ sideline and the sophomore on Terrebonne’s.”



“Hand off to Tito Villaneuva and he gashes the Terrebonne defense for a gain of 20 to put Euless in scoring positions after only a couple of plays.”



“Barrios finds Rodriguez in the back of the endzone and it’s 23-0 Trojans.”



Devin shook his head as he walked off the field. Glancing back of his shoulder at the other team celebrating, he realized it’d been a long time since he’d felt this outmatched in a game. It was like they were playing a D-I school.

He sighed and jogged the rest of the way to the bench.



“Jackson fakes the hand-off, turns around and is BLOWN UP! Erik Jenkins with a highlight reel sack on that one. You really have to wonder if Pierce McCoy is thinking about pulling Jackson out of the firing line. He can’t even see a safety creeping up to blitz!”



“Martin is tackled in the backfield by Fernandez and Terrebonne’s going in the wrong direction.”



“Jackson drops back and dumps it off to Santiago in the flats. He gains a couple yards before being pushed out of bounds. That’s Jackson’s first completion in the game. With 6:47 remaining in the second quarter.”



“Passing here on third down. Jackson breaks free from a sack and sprints toward the sideline. He falls back to avoid getting hit and throws it off his back foot. And that’s his third interception of the game, and Erik Jenkins’ second.”



“King misses the tackle on the first attempt, but kudos to him for getting back up and pulling down Rodriguez before he can get the first down.”



“Touchdown Trojans! Villaneuva takes it straight up the middle and carries a couple Tigers into the endzone with him.”



“Terrebonne takes the field at midfield after a great kick return. Jackson in the shotgun. Five receivers on the field. He drops and fires it out quickly to Caesar Jenkins who makes the catch for a gain of seven.”



“The Tigers are rushing back to the line. Jackson snaps it quickly and throws it just as fast to Jones on the crosser. First down, Terrebonne. They could be picking up some momentum here.”



“Terrebonne back up to the line quickly. Jackson makes an adjustment at the line. He drops back and fires it over the middle. It’s tipped and picked off! This time Euless’ other safety, Willie Cochrane has it. He’s marked down at the 40.”

“Terrebonne is really going to have to think about a quarterback change at halftime.”

-*****-
Coach McCoy threw his tablet across the locker room, plastic shooting off it as hit the wall and broke. The team quieted as their coach walked between the rows of them.

“What’s the problem? Y’all forgot to play football? Left your fucking nuts back in Alexandria or something?” McCoy asked, looking around. “That shit that I saw out there was fucking pathetic. I don’t give a damn if you were playing the New England Patriots in Tom Brady’s day, y’all gave up. If Euless didn’t run the damn ball so much, it’d be 56-0.”

“Maybe you should put a quarterback in who can throw the ball,” Caesar said under his breath, drawing a few snickers from the players closest to him.

The coach glanced at him. “I’d answer that, but considering I saw you get killed a few times out there. I don’t want people to think I see dead people. Now shut the fuck up.”

Caesar’s lip curled up, but he didn’t speak.

“We’re going to get back into this game,” McCoy said. He dragged a SmartBoard over to the middle of the floor. He wrote on it ‘keep it simple, stupid.’ “No more long developing routes. No more shots down the field. We’re going to dink and dunk our way down the field. Long as we’re getting three yards a pop, we’re gonna be alright.”

...

McCoy caught Danny before they jogged back onto the field. “Where’s your head at, son?”

“I—I—I’m fine.”

“Nope. Nope. Nope, you’re not.” He held up three fingers on one hand and four on the other. “Three completions. Four interceptions. One half. I don’t care who you are. That’s going to mess with your head. But that’s a good thing.”

“How is that a good thing, coach?”

“You can’t get any worse than that. What’s another four interceptions?”

“A record?”

McCoy shook his head. “No one thinks you’re going back out there. You’re playing with house money now. Keep it simple. One read, either it’s there or it’s not. If it ain’t, run. Just make sure you get downhill and pick up something then get down. Simple.”

-*****-
“Euless back on offense here to start the second half and they’ll feel good with a 34-0 lead coming out of the locker rooms. Barrios is under center with Villaneuva behind him. Villaneuva gets the ball up the middle and Terrebonne’s d-line stands him up. No gain.”



“Barrios flips it out to Johnson on the swing pass and he’s brought down for a loss by Olivier.”



“Third and long. Trojans are set up to pass here. Three by one. Barrios gets the snap and scans the field. He’s flushed out of the pocket and has to throw it away! It’ll be fourth down for Euless. There hasn’t been much to cheer about on the home sideline but that’s a huge three and out for the Tigers!”



“Danny Jackson still out there for Terrebonne after throwing four interceptions in the first half. Terrebonne with three receivers all to the left side of the field. Jackson calls for the snap and quickly fires it out to Caesar Jenkins on the screen. Jenkins plows forward for a gain of four before being brought down.”



“Santiago takes the ball off tackle and picks up a few before he’s taken down by Ratcliffe.”



“Third and short. Jackson takes one step back, turns and hits Jones on the crossing route. He’s brought down by Erik Jenkins after a gain of five but it’s enough for a first down.”



“Another short run up the middle. Gain of two.”



“Jackson to John on a short drag and it’s a gain of four.”



“Santiago catches it in the flats and takes it upfield for three before getting piled on. Fourth and one. Terrebonne’s rushing back to the line. Caesar Jenkins comes in motion. Jackson snaps it and shovels the ball forward to Jenkins. He turns upfield and gets the first down. Euless piles on him, but he powers forward for a gain of five before being dragged down.”



“…gain of three.”



“…gain of two.”



“…gain of five.”



“…gain of three.”



“…gain of five.”



“…gain of four.”



“…gain of three.”



“…gain of six.”



“It’s been a long, slow, methodical drive but Terrebonne has worked their way into the redzone. The only issue is that they’re down 34-0 and have already taken six minutes off the clock here in the third quarter.”

Caesar motioned across the formation. He glanced across the defense as they shifted. That damn safety creeping to the line of scrimmage.

Danny snapped the ball, turned and fired a pass to Caesar. He pulled it in and stayed behind Noah and Jurgen as they shoved two corners down the field. Caesar burst through a small gap between them, covering the ball as one of the defenders tried to swat it away.

He got up the sideline and headed for the endzone.

An arm wrapped around the arm he held the ball in and ripped at it, but he managed to keep hold of the ball.

Caesar fought off a second attempt to strip the ball away, only a few yards from the goal line. He saw a flash of black out of the corner of his eye and dove for the endzone. Just as he reached over the line, he felt the collision at the pylon.

It hurt like hell, but he made sure to pop up this time and celebrate when the refs signaled the touchdown.



“Devin! C’mere!” Coach McCoy called before the defense took the field.

Devin jogged over. “Yeah, coach?”

“We need the ball back.”

“Got it, coach.”

McCoy grabbed Devin’s shoulder pads with one hand, hitting the opposite shoulder with the other as he spoke. “I need the ball back on this play. Get me that damn ball back.”

“Got it, coach.”



Devin followed the motioning receiver partly across the field, leaving him for Kenyatta as the defense shifted its coverage. He shaded to the inside of the slot receiver.

Barrios identified the blitz, though, and shifted his back over to pick it up. Devin crept back as if he was going to cover the receiver. Just as he set his feet, Barrios snapped the ball.

Devin shot in the backfield, taking a wide arc to avoid the left tackle. The runningback tried to chop block him, but he sidestepped the attempt and spun away. Hands to the ground, he stumbled back into a sprint.

He dove at brought his hand down across Barrios’ arm just as he raised it to throw.

He immediately started looking for the ball, finding it bouncing toward the sideline. Devin ran over, diving on top of it just as the back had made his way over to the same. Devin curled around the ball as more bodies fell on top of him.

After a few punches and stamps in the pile, the referees pulled it apart and Devin had managed to hold onto the ball.



“Before this possession, Coach Gene Atkins gave his team a walloping down on the Euless sideline. Atkins is known for his fiery personality, but you rarely see it come out in games as the Trojans usually run away with it. Keep in mind, they’re still leading 34-7 here in the last few minutes of the third quarter.”

“Terrebonne lines up here on the Trojans’ 39. Euless has lined up with their defense eye-to-eye with the Tigers’ offense, probably to take away those short gains that the boys from Louisiana used to get down the field on their last drive.”



Danny looked to the sideline as Coach McCoy signaled an audible. Danny raised his hands, confused. McCoy signaled the change again then pointed to his wrist and waved his hand in a circle. Not even Danny could miss the order for him to hurry up.

The sophomore relayed the audible to the offense, shifting the team around.

He got set and snapped the ball. Euless sent what seemed like an eight-man blitz. He pumped toward the flats and a defensive end jumped to bat the ball down. Danny reset his feet and threw it downfield toward Noah just as he was smashed from behind.



“John with the fingertip catch in the middle of the field for a gain of 15! Well, the Trojans didn’t expect that one!”



“Jackson rolls to his right and hits Jenkins on the comeback for a gain of 12. Another first down for the Tigers.”



“Terrebonne rushing back to the line. Jackson snaps it quickly and tosses it out to Santiago who quickly picks up 9 before being shoved out of bounds at the Euless 3.”



“The Tigers are still in the hurry up down inside the five. Jackson marshalling the offense. The Trojans are shuttling personnel on and off the field. Jackson calls for the snap, but it’s over his head. He’s gotta dive on that! Jackson picks it up at the 16 and barely avoids getting hit!

“He’s running for his life in the backfield! Dodges another tackle and turns upfield! Spins out of another tackle! This is an amazing run to still be behind the line of scrimmage! He pump fakes but decides against it, tucks it under his arm and heads for the endzone! Jackson dives for it! Jenkins and Jones there to meet him! Jackson is hit, spun in the air and…

“TOUCHDOWN TIGERS! Boy oh boy! What a run by that kid! This is a completely different team in the second half!”



“King, Lajaunie and Ledet in to make the stop and the Trojans will be forced to settle for a field goal.”



“37-14, Euless, here in the fourth quarter. Nine minutes left in the game, so don’t expect any comebacks but the Tigers have been playing some inspired football since coming back out of the locker rooms at half time.”



“Terrebonne comes out and runs the ball on first down from their own 30. Santiago is only able to pick up a handful before being taken down.”



“Jackson hits Jenkins for a gain of 11. The young fella has some confidence behind him now. That was probably his prettiest throw of the night.”



“Jackson takes this one himself and gains five.”



“Erik Jenkins swings Santiago down in the backfield for a loss of three.”



“The Tigers get all of that loss yardage back and more with a swing pass to Santiago who picks up the first down and a few extra yards before being brought down.”



“Jackson hits Jones for a gain of 7.”



“Jackson to Jenkins for 17.”



“Loss of yards on third down but the offense is going to stay out there and they get the first down!”



“Jones on the end of that one, he makes a man miss and he takes it all the way for a touchdown! All of a sudden it’s 37-20 and there are some inquests going down in the Euless defense.”



Coach McCoy held up two fingers and kept the offense on the field. He shouted the playcall to Danny and crouched down, his playcard twisted between his hands.

Coach Harrison stood next to him. “You sure we want to go for two? Fifteen or Sixteen, we’re still down three scores. Seventeen, though? Them dumbass nine-point plays died with the XFL back in 2020.”



“Danny Jackson and the Terrebonne offense still out there on the field. He has three receivers to his left. They’ve gone to a lot of screens from this set in the second half. Jenkins in motion. The snap is straight to him. He’s taking it wide. Erik Jenkins is the first to the ball and wraps him up. Caesar Jenkins tries to power the extra yard, and WHOA! I don’t know what you call that technique but what a show of strength in that tackle. Let me just check my notes here. The 6’1”, 175-pound Erik Jenkins just lifted the 6’6”, 197-pound Caesar Jenkins off his feet and slung him like a toddler. Two-point’s no good, still 37-20 here.”



McCoy sighed and stood up. He looked at his assistant, shaking his head. “They haven’t given up more than 21 in years. If we’re going to lose, ya know? Defense!”



“Barrios is going to take one last knee to send the clock to triple zeros and the Euless Trinity Trojans have outlasted a furious comeback attempt from the Terrebonne Tigers to win this matchup of the Louisiana-Texas Border Showdown, 37-20. Terrebonne can hold their heads up after that second half, but the hole was just too much to dig out of.”



Devin snapped off his chin strap and shook the hands of the players who were closest to him. He felt a tap on the back of his helmet.

Erik Jenkins hit him twice in the chest with an open palm as he passed by. “Good game, four. Next year, huh?”

“Yeah, you too, man,” Devin said, confused about the second part of what he’d said and he hadn’t stuck around for an answer to the vague question.



Caesar sat on the bench, his legs outstretched and crossed at his ankles. He spotted Erik Jenkins walking toward the middle of the field, ignoring most of the Terrebonne players doing the sportsmanlike thing and shaking hands with their opponents.

The two of them exchanged glares before they both grimaced and spit on the turf nearby.

Caesar stood up and headed for the locker room, ready to get back to the hotel and sneak out to meet up with Kaley.
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War of the Roses: Redux Edition

Post by djp73 » 04 May 2020, 07:13

a tale of two halves, Danny grew up
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Post by Captain Canada » 04 May 2020, 22:13

Erik Jenkins son'd Caesar like that. Fuck with the energy.
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Post by Caesar » 11 May 2020, 22:03

The Kid’s a Man Now

Coach McCoy adjusted his sunglasses on his face, scratching at the bridge of his nose. Before him, the team tossed their duffel bags into the undercarriage of the bus for their trip back to Houma. He checked his watch and sighed. They’d have to get a move on if they wanted to get back before the sun started to set.

Players filed past him onto the buses with the team managers checking to make sure that everyone was accounted for.

Hasan covered his mouth as he passed the coach, nodding and mumbling a good morning. McCoy chalked it up to the young man deciding that he was too tired to brush his teeth that morning, teenager things.

Devin followed behind Hasan, but nothing about him raised any suspicions.

A few other players looked worse for wear, shielding their eyes from the sun as best they could when stepping out from under the hotel’s awning.

Now, the coach was curious. He spotted a sunglass-wearing Caesar waiting to stow his bags away and walked over to him.

“You alright, Caesar?” McCoy asked, sniffing the air.

Caesar pushed the sunglasses up, revealing slightly bloodshot eyes. He winked. “Peachy, coach. Another day in paradise.” Then dropped the sunglasses back over his eyes.

“Got to sleep on time?”

“Nine-thirty on the dot. Well, nine-thirty-five. I had to finish the bible verse I was reading.”

“Was it Proverbs 19:9?”

Caesar nodded as he shuffled forward when the line moved. “That’s the one.”

Coach McCoy laughed and walked along the rest of the line of players. Some of them just seemed tired. Others, however…

Danny leaned against a pillar, a half-empty jug of water in his hand. He dragged his bag behind him, not caring that it was open and some of his stuff was barely staying in it.

“Tough game last night, kid. How are you feeling?” McCoy asked his quarterback.

Danny nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but dry heaved and snapped his mouth shut.

“Something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ve come down with the flu before I put you on the bus with the rest of the team.”

The sophomore pressed a fist to his mouth and shook his head.

“No, what? You don’t have the flu? Or no, nothing is wrong?”

“No… Wrong. Nothing. Wrong.” He stammered out.

“Sounds like you got a concussion. You need the trainers to check you out?”

Danny tried to stand up from the pillar to show that nothing was wrong with him, but the motion sent the ground spinning around him. Coach McCoy grabbed his shoulders to steady him and…

The young quarterback threw up on the coach’s pants and shoes.

McCoy looked down at his clothes in disgust. “Ah, hangover.”

-*****-
Twelve hours ago

“Danny. Danny. Get the fuck up, nigga.”

Danny opened his eyes, swatting away the hands that were jostling him. He glanced at his phone. It read 9:45 p.m. Hasan, La’Quan, Keilan, Freddie, Devin, Kenyatta and a few other guys from the team stood around his bed.

“What are y’all doing?” Danny asked, sitting up.

“Get dressed, lil’ bro. It’s Saturday. We ain’t going to sleep at no fucking 9:30. Coach know that,” Keilan said. He picked up one of Danny’s bags and threw it to him. “C’mon.”

Danny was skeptical of that coming from Keilan so he glanced at Devin who only shrugged before looking down at his phone and turning away from the group.

“What about curfew?”

Hasan laughed. “Coaches already did the head count. They not leavin’ they room again tonight unless they callin’ some hookers. Just trust us, man. Besides, if we get busted, all three of the QBs here. He can’t bench all y’all.”

“He got me,” La’Quan said. “He don’t know y’all noodle arm niggas.”

“Shut yo fat ass up,” Kenyatta said, smacking La’Quan in the stomach with the back of his hand. “Danny, come on, man. We’re going to a party since these fools can’t just say that to you like it’s some kind of secret mission.”

“A party? Here? How are we finding a party in Shreveport?”



The group, that had grown some since they left the hotel, was dumped by rideshare drivers at the end of a curved driveway that led up to a massive, and obviously upper class, home. They all looked at each other, a little unsure if they were in the right place.

“Who y’all text for this address?” Freddie asked. He looked around and started walking up the driveway.

“Noah,” La’Quan said, following him which spurred the rest of the group into action. “He said he got it from Jurgen. Assuming since that nigga German that Caesar told him where to go.”

“Well, shit. Hope they let a gang of black dudes up in here. This look like it cost at least a hundred thousand to build,” Kenyatta said.

They all looked at him and laughed.

“What?”

“I mean, he ain’t wrong,” Hasan said, still laughing.

Danny stepped up alongside Devin. “Hey, man. I’ve never been to a party or anything like this before. Hell, I’ve never even drank. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”

Devin shrugged. “Not much of a party animal myself. My girlfriend’s here apparently. Only reason I’m here. Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing, I guess. If all else fails, leave.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Noah stepped out from behind a row of hedges, a girl stumbling to her feet behind him. She wiped at her lips then walked off. Noah called after her a couple times and sighed. He turned around, seeing his teammates he threw his hands up.

“Y’all motherfuckers made it! This bitch lit, y’all.”

He went to dap up Hasan, but Hasan moved out of the way. “Nigga, I saw what you had up in the bushes. You need to go wash your hands. You grimy, bro.”

“It was the bushes or nothing. I don’t pass up on no head.”

“What about the rest of us?” La’Quan asked. “They got more bitches in there?”

“They high class. I don’t know if y’all can swing it.”

“Watch me. You know what they say about us big boys.”

“That y’all can’t see your dick to put it in?” Keilan asked.

Everyone laughed at La’Quan’s expense. Danny’s was a bit more nervous as Noah led them into the backyard of the house.



Caesar stuck his finger into a small bag in his hand, snorting white powder off the edge of it before rubbing the rest of it along his teeth. He wiped at his nose before putting the bag in his pocket and turning around.

He wrapped his arms around Kaley, crouching down some so he could rest his chin on top of her head. “It’s not polite to stare, you know?”

“I’m people watching. Totally different.” She gestured in front of her with the cup near her lips. “I didn’t realize that you’d started hanging out with chasers.”

“Chasers?”

“Jurgen.”

Caesar scanned the people in front of them until he found the big German with his face buried in the breasts of a fat girl he was “dancing with.” The girl looked like she was getting action for the first time... in public.

He chuckled. “She’s not that big.”

“Not to be a bitch, but yes. Yes, she is. She’s definitely lost some food down here shirt and then ate when she found it before. Hope you plan on dragging him back before he fucks around and knocks her up.”

“I’m sure my guy knows about contraception.”

Kaley moved her head to the side so that she can look up at him. “You trust people more than me, I guess, because that girl is definitely the type to lie to guys that she’s on BC and doesn’t need to worry about anything else.”

“Judgmental much?” The tone of Caesar’s voice let her know that he was joking.

She waved off the comment and pulled away from him so that she could turn to him. She raised an eyebrow at him when he took her cup and drank the rest of her beer.

He cringed and stared into the cup. “The fuck were you drinking? Was that some of the pussy seltzer shit?”

“Something I thought you wouldn’t like so I wouldn’t have to worry about sharing with your ass. Which I was clearly right. Now, you need to find me another drink.”

“As long as it isn’t that shit,” he said as he gave her the cup back. He started to walk, but noticed she wasn’t following him. “What?”

“I have a question first.”

Caesar stopped and crossed one arm over his chest, resting his elbow on it so he could put his chin in his hand. “Okay, shoot.”

“Forgive me for the crazy, jealous girlfriend question but when we had our little break over the last couple weeks, did you fuck anyone?”

“Easy question. One, we weren’t on a break. Two, I didn’t fuck anyone. Three, I’m going to enter into the record that I’ve never fucked ‘anyone.’ I only fuck consenting women. And as of five, six months ago, only one consenting woman.”

“I’m serious.”

“Me, too.”

“Well, it’s just that Gina and Carla were saying…”

Caesar held up his hand. “Your bad for continuing to talk to Gina about anything when it’s well documented that she’s a crazy bitch but continue. What were they saying?”

“That you probably wanted me to come up here and got me that fancy hotel because you were apologizing for something.”

“Yeah, for being a dick and ignoring you for weeks, but I didn’t need to convince you to come all the way to fucking Shreveport to apologize.” He laughed. “You haven’t realized it yet, but you’re my good luck charm. You have to be at every game or I’m going to drop every pass and the team will lose.”

Kaley raised her eyebrow. “I’ve only been to two of your games.”

“See?”

“Y’all lost them both.”

“Semantics.”

“That’s not how that works. And, do you not remember what happened when you brought me to Ohio with you?”

He shook his head. “That’s fair but hear me out. It’s because we haven’t established a ritual. The luck is there. We just gotta get it going.”

“Are you high? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“No, I’m not fucking high.” He waved his hand after the comment. “I’m being real here. We need a pregame ritual. Everytime. Same time. Never fails. And I guarantee you’ll see that it works. Something simple like you give me head 5 hours before a game and 3 hours before a game, right?”

“Nice try,” she deadpanned.

“We can work out the details. You’ll see. Good luck charm.”

“And what are you going to do when you go to college?”

Caesar shrugged. “Convince you to go where I’m going, the fuck? Anyway, let’s go find where they keep the good shit.”

When he turned around, he noticed that Jurgen had gone missing. He looked around and didn’t see sign of him.

“How the fuck do you lose sight of a 6’5” German and a 400-pound girl?” he asked Kaley. “I get in enough shit with coach without losing people in Ellerbe Woods on an away trip.”

She shrugged before walking past him. “I thought you said she wasn’t that big.”



Devin hissed when Carla wrapped her arm around his waist. She’d jumped back and looked up at him concerned.

“It’s all good,” he said, moving gingerly. “I forgot that they left me a parting gift. Who would’ve thought that big ass football players jumping on top of you would leave bruises, huh?”

Carla handed him the cup she had in her hand. He smelled the liquid before drinking from it and handing it back to here.

“Is it a bigger bruise than normal? You know, because they’re from Texas and everything is bigger in Texas?” she asked, looking at him over the brim of the cup with mirth in her eyes.

“You decide to become a comedian in the last few hours?”

“Yep. It’s my fall back plan if I don’t get into college.”

Devin snorted. “Better keep your grades up then.”

“Rude.” Carla nudged him with her elbow.

He looked out at the dozens and dozens of people he didn’t know. Rich kids from somewhere else in the world, yet they were all just like the ones he knew from six hours south of there. He wasn’t surprised though. Privilege was privilege.

He sighed. He’d had enough of it already.

Devin leaned over. “Hey, text Gina and tell her that you’re going back to your room. I’m sure she can find her way back eventually.”

“Oh, about that.” She drank the rest of the beer in the cup before tossing it on the ground. “On the way up here, we convinced Kaley to let us mooch off her sugar baby funds. So, we’re actually, kinda, sorta, crashing in like this living area of this big ass hotel room she got.”

“Kaley has a sugar daddy in Shreveport?”

Carla rolled her eyes. “I’m talking about Caesar. C’mon. Keep up.”

“You did say just last week that they’d broken up.”

“Well, when opportunity knocks. Anyway, come on. Wait until you see the fucking bed in there. It’s fucking massive.” She grabbed his hand and started pulling him through the mash of bodies.

“Are you suggesti—”

“That we fuck in the bed in the fancy suite that my cousin’s stupidly rich boyfriend got her so she could come watch y’all lose? Yes. That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“Hold on.”

Carla kept walking. “You know if Caesar and Kaley beat us back there that this doesn’t work right?”

He waved off her comment and started looking around the party. “I just want to check on Danny and make sure he isn’t lying in a bathroom dying or something.”

“Didn’t know you were the team mom. I’m sure he’s okay.”

Devin ignored her and turned in the other direction, pulling his phone out of his pocket to text Danny and the others to ask if they’d seen him.

He realized the house was bigger than he thought when he looked up from what he assumed was the living room and saw a further three floors above him. And that wasn’t counting the fact that it sat on a huge lot.

Hasan was the only one who texted him back: ‘We left him with some skinny white bitch who said she was gonna take care of him.’

Devin looked over his shoulder at Carla. “Hasan says he with some, and I’m quoting here, skinny white bitch.”

“Just about every girl here,” Carla said, waving her hand around in a circle. “is a skinny white bitch. I imagine he’s getting some. So, can we go now so that I can get some, too?”

“Come on. It’s not going to take all that long.”

Carla sighed loud enough that Devin was able to hear it over the noises of the party around them, but when he looked back over his shoulder, she was still following him.

They came across a staircase that led down into what seemed like a basement. Devin started to descend the steps, but Carla grabbed his arm.

“What?”

She gestured down the steps. “You saw that really old movie Get Out, right?”

“No.”

“Well, if you had, you wouldn’t be walking down into any basements in strange white people’s houses as a black man. If Danny’s down there, they probably already put Grandpa’s brain in his body!”

“Carla. You’re white.”

“But I don’t pluck out people’s brains so my grandparents can use their bodies, do I?!”

Devin shook his head and started back down the stairs. It led to a garage that was mostly occupied by a massive boat and a few ATVs.

“Why the fuck do they need a boat in Shreveport?” Carla asked as they passed it.

He shrugged, running his hand over the fiberglass hull. “I don’t know anything about boats so I couldn’t tell you.”

A girlish giggle echoed through the garage. Devin went in the direction of the sound and found Danny sitting on a workbench.

He stared dumbly up at a mostly-naked blonde save her panties standing in front of him, a pair of beer bottles dangled from his hands.

Carla smacked Devin on his shoulder and said through clenched teeth. “Don’t stare, too.”

He turned around. “My bad.”

“She is a skinny white bitch, though. Needs to put some meat on them bones,” Carla said. She turned away as well. “Satisfied? Can we go now?”

“Yeah. Call an Uber.”

They made sure to creep out quieter than they’d come in.
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Post by Caesar » 22 May 2020, 20:21

Watch the Girl

“We have a full slate of football down all five of Terrebonne’s bayous and Lafourche’s one this Friday, but we have the address the elephant in the room. Something we never thought would happen when Fall 2051 rolled around. The number one recruit in the nation is still uncommitted and the school that everyone thought he was going to rescinded his scholarship offer. And it just so happens that young man plies his trade here.”

“Mais, that Terrebonne team is littered with players who will have scouts coming down here to get their signature. Jenkins, King, Santiago at the top of that list.”

“Right you are, Jeff. That’s why we have a treat for our listeners on this episode of the Bayou Sports podcast. Times-Picayune recruiting guru Rick Simmons is joining us to give us the lowdown on what’s happening on the recruiting trail. Thanks for coming on, Rick. How’s it going?”

“It’s a busy time of the year, fellas. And as you already said, it’s only busier because the biggest fish in a generation is in this pond. My sources tell me they were shocked that Caesar Jenkins made it to his senior year without committing to Oklahoma State. When word got out that they were chasing Bishop Kelley’s Archie Willis and IMG’s Donte Cromartie instead, everyone shifted their recruiting boards to make room for a last push.”

“Baw. It’s crazy how a 17-year-old kid could have the college football world on pins and needles.”

“It’s the fanfare that will come with him. Ever since the NCAA let players make money off their image rights in the 2020s, schools have started to take into account how they could market players to get the most bang for their buck.”

“Shoutout to Ed O’Bannon all the way back when cellphones flipped open for our younger listeners.”

“Right. We’ve seen the sons of Hall of Famers come through dozens of times before, but have they ever been actually able to stand on their own two feet as an athlete? In most cases, the answer is unfortunately no. That’s not true for Caesar Jenkins and scouts know that. It helps that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree in terms of personality, too.”

“So, let’s cut to the chase here so we can move onto the other guys in the state who have yet to give their verbal-before-asking-someone-to-respect-their-decisions commitment. In your infinite wisdom, where is Caesar Malcolm Jenkins going to be playing college football next fall?”

“Well, it’s still up in the air. He has visits scheduled all the way through the early signing period. Just this week, he was in Tuscaloosa visiting Alabama. That’s normal. Alabama is a top school in the SEC and has a pedigree for sending guys to the NFL.”

“What’s not normal then, bo?”

“These big name players, they typically take their visits alone. Why? I won’t go into all of that, but Caesar brought a young lady along with him. Crimson Tide social media says it was his girlfriend. In all my years of doing this, I can say one thing without a shadow of a doubt. If you want to know where these guys are going in the fall, all you have to do is one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Watch where the girlfriend goes. The girls know it. The player knows it. The schools know it. That’s why the girlfriends get scholarships and perks, too. If that girl is Caesar Jenkins’ girlfriend and he’s taking her on official visits, watch her. That’s where he’s going to go.”

“You’re telling me that a five-star athlete who has a Hall of Fame football player turned sports agent for a father is going to decide where to go to college based on a high school girlfriend?”

“It won’t be the first time and won’t be the last. Watch the girl.”

“That’s hurting my brain to even think about. Let’s move on to Devin King. I’m really hoping this kid stays in Louisiana because he embodies who we are as people.”

“As for King…”

-*****-
Devin stared at the art project the teacher dropped on the table in front of him. He glanced at the piece of paper attached to it. A ‘C,’ not terrible.

“Next time, Devin, get someone who is actually good at this stuff to ‘help’ you, huh?” the teacher said as she continued on her way.

Devin glanced at the girl sitting next to him who’d offered her expertise in art when the project was assigned. All he knew about her was that she was a junior named Tabitha, was more than willing to do all his work for him and regularly inquired about what he did after practice and games.

Apparently, his occasional throwaway statement was good enough for her to keep going with whatever it was she had in mind.

Coach McCoy stuck his head in the door. “Miss, uh…” he looked down at his tablet, swiping his finger over it and mouthing words as he read. “Crochet. Sorry for interrupting your class, but can I borrow Devin from you for about 30 minutes? Just a short spell.”

Miss Crochet nodded to a clock on the wall next to him. “There is only 30 minutes left in the period. Surely, it can wait.”

“It can’t. I can send him back to wash paint brushes or something to make up.”

The teacher rolled her eyes. “Go on, Devin. Don’t forget you have a relief drawing to turn in tomorrow. You. As in yourself.”

Tabitha winked at him as he grabbed up his things and headed for the door.

McCoy pulled the door shut behind them as they started down the hall. “Between the two of us, that woman looks like she could scare a coyote away from a herd of longhorns just glancing in its direction.”

“Yeah, she has that look.”

“And bit of advice to you from one former stud football player to another.” The coach took the project from him and held it up. “When you get the girl sitting next to you to do your work for you, especially in an art class, don’t let her make it look like a unicorn blew its load on the thing.”

“Well, I didn’t ask her to do it. She just did. I’d forgotten and was just going to take the F or beg for a chance to do some make-up shit.”

“Of all the kids I coach, you would be the one willing to take an F instead of asking some girl to do the work for you.”

He handed the artwork back to Devin who shoved it into the bottom of his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder.

“So, what do you need me for?”

“Got someone I want you to meet. Old college buddy of mine in a way.”

“From A&M?”

“Something like that.”

Nothing more was said as the two of them walked down the dark halls of Terrebonne High. They eventually came to an empty classroom that the coach had apparently taken over for this impromptu meeting.

Inside, a man wearing an olive-green hoodie sat in one of the desks. He tapped away on the screen of one phone before reaching over and flicking what was probably notifications away on the screen of another phone that lay on the desk.

He glanced up. “Did you have to walk across town to get him, Pierce?”

Devin instantly noticed his thick New Orleanian accent.

“This school is deceptively hard to navigate.” Coach McCoy tucked his tablet under his arm as he was prone to do. “Devin, this is Troian Chavis. The d-coordinator up at Tulane.”

“You know nobody calls me Troian. Name’s Dutch Chavis.”

“Eeeh. Miss Chavis definitely calls you Troian.”

“Last I check, you ain’t my mama. You ain’t got the appropriate amount of weight ‘round your arms to let everyone know that you a fool in the kitchen.”

McCoy shook his head. “I have no idea what you just said.”

“Anyway. Let’s get to business.” Dutch Chavis sat up in the desk and fixed Devin with a stare. “Devin, I been where you at right now. Way back in the day, I was a DB at St. Aug. Had all the offers in the world. Ended up at LSU. Picked off your coach twice.”

“Both of them were DPI,” McCoy said. “Run the tape.”

“They were only that blind in College Station.”

Devin chuckled at their back and forth.

Chavis continued. “I ain’t make it in the league but I turned out alright. Somehow landed this spot at Tulane. I can visit my people everyday. I can watch the Saints play. I’m home. Ain’t nothing like it. The people know me, and I know the people. We all kin. You already know what I’m here for. I want you at Tulane. We been back in the SEC ‘bout a decade now and we’re turning that corner. That’s shit you can see on the internet though. Yeah, we got Christian Vaughn at CB1. Yeah, we’d have you penciled in as CB2. What I want to know is what you want from college football?”

Devin shrugged. “I don’t know. Never really thought about it.”

“I’m going to put it like this, kid. You could go to Alabama or UT or USC or fucking Marshall or Old Dominion. But they ain’t gonna give you what Tulane can give you. Hell, not even LSU can give you this. The city of New Orleans? You put on for New Orleans and they’re going to love you ‘till the day you die and some more. You could be a legend. Like Christian is going to be or Tyrone and Darren on the other side. It’s a blank slate for you to be the name in lights. Think about that. At the end of your career, whether that’s in four years or fourteen years, do you want to be another name in a long line of players who had alright careers or do you want to be a guy who bled, fought and left it all out there for your state?”

Devin didn’t say anything because he wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. Mostly because he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.

The problem was that he was running out of time to decide.

-*****-
Caesar dumped the contents of a package out on the table in front of him. Both Jurgen and Bentley gave a bit of a shout of protest. Jurgen because a hoodie almost knocked his plate of food off the table and Bentley because a pair of shorts almost blew his weed off it.

Sitting down and kicking his feet up, Caesar picked through everything. He threw the red and blue clothing on the ground, pushed away a packet of tickets to games, and sighed at yet another thumb drive containing all the promotional material that schools sent.

“Ole Miss?” Jurgen asked, looking down at the hoodie.

“The University of Mississippi.” Caesar shook his head at the tablet emblazoned with the Rebels’ logo. He flipped it over in his hands a couple times before tossing it back on the table.

Bentley picked up a watch that has also come from the box. He put it up to his ear and shook it. “This sounds expensive.”

Caesar took it from him and turned it over, reading the name of the manufacturer. “Yeah, expensive if you can’t afford a few hundred bucks.”

“Well, I can’t afford a few hundred bucks so if you don’t want it Mr. Money Bags, please feel free to donate it to me. Southern Miss didn’t send any illegal gifts with their offer of a scholarship.”

“Be better,” Caesar said as he held the watch out to Bentley to take back. He slid the tablet over to Jurgen. “You could have that if you want. And y’all could split the tickets and shit. I’m not going to fucking Oxford, Mississippi. Probably can’t fit that shit on the ground but take it if you want any of that, too.”

Jurgen nodded before picking up the tablet and dropping it in his backpack next to his foot. “What’s wrong with Oxford, Mississippi?”

“It’s Oxford, Mississippi. It’s a shit hole that’s been polished up. The land of fake prim and proper Southerners even 200 years after the fall of the Old South. It’s also in Mississippi and that alone is bad enough.”

“Mississippi isn’t that bad,” Bentley said.

“Neither is getting shot in the leg, but I’d also rather not do that.”

“I think I’d take going to Mississippi over being shot anywhere,” Jurgen said as he went back to eating.

Caesar leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes when the setting sun caught him in the face. He sighed as he felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket. He knew it was probably another recruiter but couldn’t be bothered to answer it.

“So, what’s the plan for this weekend? We haven’t had a party yet this semester,” Bentley said as he lit the spliff and took a drag. “Anthony was saying that Hollie, Riley and Emma are pissed off that you don’t let them come around as much anymore, Caesar.”

Caesar raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember telling anyone they could or couldn’t do anything. Emma’s mad I don’t want to fuck her. I don’t know what Hollie and Riley’s problem is. Probably that I don’t want to fuck them either.”

“Stop acting like you wouldn’t fuck them. They just always turned you down.”

“One. That’s not true. Next time you see them, ask Hollie about the time we went to Lafayette and ask Riley about Halloween our sophomore year. Two. I wouldn’t.”

“In Germany, we have a saying for that. Lügen haben kurze Beine,” Jurgen said.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Lies have short legs. It means your lies won’t get very far.”

“I figured that out on my own, thanks.” Caesar reached into his pocket and dropped his phone on the table. “Go ahead. Text them now and tell them to come over here. Nothing there for me. Pussy was trash, anyway.”

“I can’t verify that so I’m going to have to try my luck,” Bentley said.

“But you want to talk about people getting rejected like we haven’t all kicked it for four years now and yet you haven’t even seen a titty.”
“They’re kinda small but I wouldn’t mind seeing titties,” Jurgen said.

“This man is really a chaser.”

He laughed. “No, I just don’t like to get stabbed with bony elbows.

“Back to the matter at hand. The only reason I haven’t seen a titty as you put it is because you and Ron only shared with each other. Y’all weren’t letting the rest of us fuck the girls y’all were dating and shit like that.”

Caesar shrugged. “Not my fault you can’t get your own girls, bro. Anthony’s clearly talking to them so that’s your in right there.”

“Or,” Bentley said, chuckling. “Ron’s gone and since you have a girlfriend – or so you say she is like you aren’t cheating on her. Spread the wealth, bro. She coming do—”

Before Bentley could finish what he was saying, Caesar had cuffed him in the back of his head.

“What the fuck?!” Bentley rubbed at the spot where Caesar had hit him.

“Watch your fucking mouth or I’m going to rip your tongue out of it since you think that shit you just said was funny.”

Bentley grabbed his things, throwing his back over his shoulder. “You’re a fucking asshole sometimes, man. I was just fucking with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck out of here.” Caesar looked at Jurgen. “You can get the fuck out, too.”

Jurgen looked around. “What’d I do?” After a moment, he sighed and picked up his stuff to follow Bentley toward the front of the house.

Caesar picked up his phone from the table and answered a text he’d gotten from Kaley.
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Please make Kaley cheat on Caesar. I need that world to burn.
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Post by djp73 » 28 May 2020, 07:56

man got me wanting to sign with tulane
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Hey
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Post by Caesar » 16 Aug 2020, 23:31

Step Forward

The sound of the drumline thundered in his ears as the crowd meld with the band to throw the opposing offense off their game. The heat of the afternoon had barely subsided as the Sun set over Thomas B. Smith Stadium and night welcomed the start of the game.

Yet as Danny stood on the sideline, his hands gripping the collar of his shoulder pads, he was surprised that he could hear Caesar shouting at him over the din of the spectacle around them.

“You do know what the fucking routes are right? No one’s asking you to throw 20-yard outs across to the opposite side of the field. You can’t seriously be this bad at playing fucking quarterback!” Caesar held a gloved hand up with three of his fingers extended. “It was a fucking three step drop, turn, throw the fucking ball. You got that right? Or do you need someone to hold your fucking hand?”



“Terrebonne facing a loooong fourth down here after a drive that started with some promise. Brother Martin has seven DBs on the field and they’re playing the sticks. Wise move by the Crusaders with the Tigers needing 18 yards to convert. The Tiger offense is still out there. Danny Jackson in the shotgun with four receivers split out wide.”

Danny went through his cadence. He glanced to his left and then his right. “Hut, hut, hut!”

He caught the ball, spinning it in his hand to find the laces. His eyes worked from one side of the field to the other. Stepping up, he reared back and launched the ball downfield. He watched as it soared through the sky.

And over the heads of everyone, landing out of bounds and almost taking out a cheerleader.



“Jenkins, buzz off.” Coach Harrison waved his hand for emphasis before returning it to the tablet he was holding for Danny to look at.

“I’m just hear to help, coach. Y’all are clearly speaking Spanish since this motherfucker doesn’t understand the plays. We can still get a win here if we get him a translator before sending him out for the next drive.”

The coach sighed and turned to Caesar. “Caesar. Fuck. Off. You’re not helping shit. How about you work on getting open?”

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t think a pass has ever been completed outside of those big ass white lines around the field.”

“I swear to all that is fucking holy if you don’t—”

Caesar held his hands up and walked away.

Danny looked up at the scoreboard as the first quarter ticked away. The zero on the home side of it was glaringly bright.



“The Tigers’ defense is holding on for dear life here, trying to keep the team in the game as we reach the midway point in the second quarter. A touchdown here would put Brother Martin up 19-0 with them getting the ball back after halftime. Bernie Melancon is under center for the Crusaders on Terrebonne’s 43-yard line. Two backs split behind him. Here’s the snap.”

Devin bumped the receiver as he took off out of his stance. He’d gotten enough on him that the receiver stumbled and needed to plant his hand in the ground to keep from falling over. Devin turned and got inside of him as he ran a crossing route.

Without breaking his stride, he picked off the pass and sped away toward the opposite sideline. The quarterback tried to get an angle on him to push him out of bounds as he turned up field, but Devin delivered a stiff arm to the side of his helmet and all but tossed him aside before picking up speed again.

A glance over his shoulder showed only crimson jerseys trailing him. The roar of the crowd cut through as he jogged into the endzone moments before being mobbed by his teammates.



“Devin King’s pick six has Terrebonne’s defense buoyed but the same can’t be said for their offense as Danny Jackson continues to struggle to find his targets and lead this offense. Jackson’s back in the shotgun here on fourth down. The Tigers have yet to punt the ball this season, but unless the Crusaders force a turnover this should be the last play of the half.”

“Jackson gets the snap. Looks downfield and heaves a bomb to Jenkins. It’s going to be short and… Jenkins lets that one hit the ground as Williams came across to looking for a big hit on the receiver if he’d made a play on it. It’s 19-8 going into halftime and Coach Pierce McCoy will have to make some changes if he wants to avoid starting his career at Terrebonne with two losses.”



The locker room was all yelling voices as the coaching staff shouted adjustments to the various position groups.

Coach McCoy knelt in front of Danny, holding a tablet to show him slides of plays. “You gotta trust your guys, son. Just like last week against Euless. You’re the general. Pick up the pace if you need to. Go short. Dump it off. Everything doesn’t need to be a homerun. We’re only down 11.”

“Yes, sir,” Danny said.

“We got them where we want them. They’re already getting tired. Two more quarters in this thing. Right where we want them, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Watch for those backside blitzes. Trenton’s not going to know they’re coming if you—”

Commotion down the rows of benches drowned out Coach McCoy as the players jumped to their feet. Hasan and Caesar were in one another’s face as their teammates tried to separate them. They exchanged some words drowned out by yelling voices near them before Hasan shoved Caesar and Caesar threw a punch back but was held back by players and coaches.

“What the fuck is your God damn problem?” McCoy shouted, his Texan accent coming out thicker than normal.

Everyone quieted as they looked at the coach.

“Well? One of y’all better get to talking.”

“Just a disagreement on effort, coach,” Hasan said.

“Fuck you, you midget motherfucker. I’m not getting put on any scrub’s highlight reel chasing bullshit passes!” Caesar shot back.

“Last I checked, we got receivers to catch the fuckin’ ball!”

“You go catch that trash then!”

“Both of you shut the fuck up.” Coach McCoy shoved through the crowd, so he was between them. He grabbed each of their jerseys. “You are seniors. You’re supposed to be leaders on this damn team. I better start seeing some leadership or the two of you can get the hell off my team. You hear me?”

“Yeah, coach,” Hasan said.

“Caesar?”

“Got it.”



“Terrebonne forces a three and out to start the second half thanks to an outstanding tackle by King to stop Armstrong short of the first down. We’ll need to see something different from the Tigers if they want to get a win tonight.”

“Jackson’s in the shotgun, his receivers set up three by one, Santiago in the backfield. The ball’s snapped. Jackson fakes to Santiago and fires it quickly out to Jenkins on the slant. Jenkins makes the first man miss, but shou – No, he’s still going with two Crusaders on his back. Somehow he shakes them off. Bounces off a third attempt to bring him down! Still fighting for yardage! And finally he goes down after a gain of 11, but a hard earned 11! Showing off the guns now but gets a talking to from the ref. Caesar Jenkins is a big boy so no surprise there.”



“Santiago takes it up the middle and jukes a linebacker out of his shoes! He cuts it outside and chews up a lot of yardage in a hurry before being brought down after gain of 20.”



“Jenkins coming in motion. It’s going to be a shovel pass to the senior. He gets a block on the edge, turns up field and turns on the afterburners! 30, 20, 10, 5, touchdown Terrebonne! Three plays to go 61 yards for the Tigers and they’re back in this thing! McCoy’s keeping his offense out on the field to go for two and make it a three point game.”

“Jackson snaps it quickly, fakes the screen and hands it off to Santiago who waltzes into the endzone for a little trickeration with the old Statue of Liberty play! 19-16 and we got a ball game!”



Devin clipped his chinstrap into place as the return unit left the field. Coach McCoy grabbed him by his shoulder pads before he could head out for the next drive.

“Devin, go get the ball back. On this play.”

He nodded and jogged onto the field.

Lining up over the slot receiver, Devin crept toward the line of scrimmage. Brother Martin’s quarterback spotted him and shifted the runningback over to pick it up before calling for the snap.

However, instead of blitzing, Devin dropped back into coverage. The back was late scanning to the opposite side of the field and barely had time to chop Bentley down before he made the sack. It was enough to panic the quarterback into throwing the ball to a receiver running a crossing pattern.

The receiver caught the ball and ran right into Devin. Instead of going for the tackle, he jammed his hand between the ball and the receiver’s body and ripped.

It popped into the air then hit the turf. Devin was the first one to dive for it, but he just pushed it forward. A pile formed on top of it as players dove to make the recovery.

After the referees sorted out the melee, they signaled Terrebonne ball and the crowd gave its loudest cheer of the night.



“Jackson completes another pass and this looks like the same Tigers offense from the second half of last week’s game against Euless! Talk about swinging some of the ol’ momentum!”



“Santiago into the endzone!”



“Ledet makes the stop and the Crusaders will have to punt again!”



“Jenkins with his second touchdown of the night!”



“Jackson is going to take this one himself and that’s six!”



“Huge hit by King and Brother Martin’s punting unit is trotting back out!”



“Touchdown Tigers!”



“Touchdown Tigers!”



“Touchdown Tigers!”



“And that’s all she wrote, folks. Terrebonne hangs 56 points on Brother Martin in the second half and go from losing 19-8 to blowing their opponents out 64-19. Once the Tigers got going, it was just a tide that the Crusaders couldn’t handle. Great adjustments by Piece McCoy to get his first win at THS!”



Coach McCoy held a ball up. “I don’t think we have to go with all the suspense on who’s going to get this one.”

The players cheered and, the ones close enough to do so, smacked Danny on his shoulders and his head, laughing as he tried to move away from the beating.

“Hey, hey, hey!” the coach quieted the team down before tossing the ball to Danny. “Just make sure that you start the game like that next week, so you don’t give us all a heart attack that we’re going to take an L.”

Danny cracked a smile before the congratulatory slaps resumed.
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Post by Captain Canada » 17 Aug 2020, 01:32

YESSSSSSIIIRRRR, WE BACK LIKE WE NEVER LEFT.
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