0-7 must be disgusting
what's the lad doing in Indiana anyways
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
NIU (2-6, 1-3) | 0 | 0 | 14 | 8 | 22
BALL (1-7, 1-3) | 10 | 3 | 6 | 10 | 29
NIU QB Ethan Hampton: 12-17, 118 yds
NIU HB Antario Brown: 36 att, 186 yds, TD
BALL QB Kial Kelly: 30-44, 364 yds, 2 TD, 2 INT
BALL HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 27 att, 111 yds, TD, 7 rec, 52 yds
BALL HB Charlie Spegal: 7 att, 0 yds
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
got the win, got a td
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Captain Canada
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Finally getting some love on the playing field, good shit on the first score of the career.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
The weather had begun to turn, the cool breeze countering the warm cognac that Kam was indulging in. The mundane grind of a redshirt year had been replaced by the physical toll of fifty-four carries in three games, all fought with tooth and nail.
The campgrounds were a welcomed change of scenery as they all huddled into their respective caravans and made the half-hour trek to New Castle, one of the perks of being on a bye.
It was still a lot of familiar faces and wasn’t the type of outing that Kam would have agreed to go on but the four walls of his dorm had begun closing in on him.
“I’m just saying,” James nodded his head to the beat of the song, “That Gunna going to get you right, every time, bro.”
“He doesn’t miss,” D.J. chimed in, “I don’t care who they say he told on.”
“You still in business with a rat,” James sang along to the lyrics, “Yo, Kam, what you be listening to before the games?”
“I don’t have a set playlist or anything,” he shrugged, leaning closer to the conversation, “I just put on whatever, maybe a specific song if it’s in my head or something.”
“I definitely have a gym playlist,” chimed in the curly haired redbone, Yassy, “It’s in a specific order too.”
“What were you listening to before that game last week? My boy snapped,” James dapped him up.
“Not going to lie,” Kam smiled, “I played that Durk song like back-to-back-to-back before the game started, the one where he’s like ‘that boy would be here right now if you niggas ain’t gas em up’.”
“New opp pack in the air, nigga, it’s gas or what!” D.J. scrambled to his phone, queuing the song up, “My boy was going federal on them hoes.”
“Y’all are scaring the hoes,” another girl, Tess, commented.
“So y’all admit that y’all are hoes?” James quickly interjected, drawing laughter from mostly the guys.
“Boy, bye,” she rolled her eyes, “You the biggest hoe here, you and that white girl.”
Kam had noticed Amy’s presence, huddled up in the corner with another group of players and their respective cohorts. They briefly made eye contact, exchanged smiles but nothing more. It wasn’t loss on either of them the extent of their relationship, reserved exclusively for nocturnal affairs but not exclusive to each other.
This understanding didn’t make it any easier for Kam to watch another guy’s arm draped around her shoulder or the harsh words that were just used to describe, no matter how truthful.
“I don’t know why y’all do that,” commented Yassy as she looked at her with disgust, “It’s like a thousand girls on campus, y’all still want to pass around the same white hoes.”
“Because they don’t have no stank attitude,” teased D.J. while Kam remained quiet, his embarrassment growing.
“They just let y’all run game on them,” Yassy quickly fired back.
“And trains,” Tess held her hand up, “Nasty ass hoes.”
“What happened to women empowerment? Girls’ girl? Sticking together? We’re just trying to unite and y’all dividing,” James joked.
With each sip of cognac, the conversation began to drown out as Kam sunk further and further into his chair, forming his own little bubble.
“You’re Kam?”
The bubble burst as Kam was startled by the touch on his arm, spilling a few drops of cognac on his hoodie. He quickly adjusted himself to face Yassy, who had moved her chair closer to his.
“Sorry,” she apologized, holding her two hands in front of her face, which accentuated her eyes—easy to get lost in.
“You’re good,” Kam awkwardly chuckled, snapping himself into reality, “Yeah, I’m Kam. Yassy, right?”
“I think I have you for a class,” she mentioned, “Not think, I know I do. Just didn’t want to come across like a stalker.”
“Black history or something, right?”
“Black Diaspora but close enough,” she smiled, “This is super corny, but I have to ask, what’s your major?”
“This is also super cliché but communications,” Kam blushed, “I know, I know, of course it is.”
“We’re going to have an army of communicators,” she joked, “Do the coaches force y’all to pick that or is it like known?”
“I mean, when they first recruit you, they normally ask. If you don’t really have anything concrete, they suggest that or something else they think you can stay eligible with. For me, it was too late for all of that, so they told me what my major was going to be—not the other way around.”
“What do you actually want to be? If the NFL wasn’t around,” she quickly added, “I know a lot of y’all think that having a Plan B is a bad thing but let’s just say there was no NFL.”
“I don’t really think about the NFL,” Kam shrugged, “I mean, if I make it, that’d be fucking great but, shit, I’m at fucking Ball State for a reason.”
“That’s shade,” she laughed, “My brother’s the same way. He’s a senior and that’s his only offer so far and he acts like it’s not even a real offer.”
“It’s free school,” Kam replied, “Can do a lot worse.”
“So, are you going to answer my question?”
“Umm, I don’t know, maybe a coach or something?”
“Come on, Kam, you’re a lot more interesting than that.”
“I don’t know,” Kam scrambled his brain for an answer, “I think like a sports psychologist might be cool, but I got my own problems.”
“Do you see one? Or is that like way too personal for someone you just met?”
“I think it might be,” Kam laughed, “But, uh, sort of. I see a therapist in general.”
“That’s very attractive,” she admitted, “If you can tell me the last time you read a book, I’ll give you my number right now, actually.”
“I’ve lost out there,” Kam held his hands up, “I like podcasts, do that count?”
“Oh, god, please not Joe Rogan!”
“He has fire guests,” Kam defended, “I mean, some of them a little crazy but shit, we all got some crazy friends.”
Kam had spotted her out the corner of his eyes, slowly approaching them. He continued conversing with Yassy but only half listening as she got closer and closer.
“Hey Kam,” Amy waved at him, the alcohol very evident with each syllable, “We’re about to hit the lake, want to come with?”
Kam paused, searching for that look of judgement in Yassy’s face, “I’m good, actually. Have fun, though.”
Amy forced a smile before walking away, staggering a bit as she took another gulp from her cup.
“You definitely lost points on that,” Yassy teased, “But I’m being more open-minded and trying to stop scaring the niggas away.”
“I appreciate that,” Kam nodded, “So, your turn: the thing you hate the most about campus?”
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
keep the train goingCaptain Canada wrote: ↑01 Aug 2024, 13:37Finally getting some love on the playing field, good shit on the first score of the career.
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
You really pushing these out, how do you find writing them? No struggle or what?