Not at all, just glad our guy played better than his previous games against tougher teams
why you gotta call him dirty though smhCaptain Canada wrote: ↑09 Sep 2024, 09:27He still dirty but at least he seems to be chilling out a bit nowadays
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Season 6, Episode 8
“Man, I just seen a big ass nigga coming my way and I put my shoulder in there and kept driving my feet.”
“You were always a twinkle toe,” Kam joked, drawing the ire of Yassy for his problematic language, which she always got on him about, “Nah, you were dumping shit out there, it was just weird seeing you on that side of the ball.”
“It’s just so much faster,” Jamal shook his head, “Like in practice and scrimmages and shit, it doesn’t feel that crazy but during the game, it’s like a movie out there. You’re just running, hitting shit and lining up again and next thing you know, four or five plays already been played and you’re coming off the field,.”
“It makes sense,” Kam took a sip from his water, “On O, we know where we are going with the play but on defense, you got to worry about your assignment, what the nigga in front of you doing, who even fucking has the ball. Like my assignment only going to be a couple different things on a given play but for you, that shit crazy.”
“Don’t even get me started on the coverages and shit,” Jamal scoffed, “Like, I knew about the basic shit like Cover 2, Cover 3 but now you got match which really like man and then you got palms which is sometimes man but sometimes it’s not depending on where he breaks his route off and what the inside receiver does. I used to think it’s crash outs on defense, but that shit might even be more complicated than offense.”
“You guys are scaring the hoes,” Yassy interjected, drawing a rare laughter from Jamal’s girlfriend, Kaylee.
She was your garden variety Caucasian girl from the Midwest, a timid soul behind kind green eyes. She was modest, at best, on the eyes which Kam secretly celebrated, besting him in that department. They had often gone body for body in their childish adolescent ways growing up, often finding themselves in an igloo that had been previously inhabited by the other.
She seemed nice, though.
“You called yourself hoes, not me,” Kam teased, raising his hand to get the waiter’s attention.
He had covered the bill for their night out, which had become the norm in his life, not that he was complaining.
The coaching staff loosened the reins during the team’s bye week, allowing him to go off campus to watch Jamal register nine tackles in Louisville’s loss to Georgia. It coincided with Yassy being in town for the weekend, meeting Jamal for the second time and his girlfriend for the first, which was also Kam’s introduction.
They exited the restaurant and said their goodbyes, Kam still needing to adhere to his curfew. He didn’t mind it as much, not with a warm body next to him for one more night.
“So, she’s white,” Yassy quickly commented as soon as the doors to Kam’s E-Class were shut.
“How did I know you were going to say something?” Kam laughed, starting the car and rolling out of the parking lot.
“You should have said something,” Yassy playfully elbowed him before letting her arm rest on his shoulders, “I should have known better, but I was definitely expecting a black girl, and I hope she didn’t see the look on my face when I realized she was a white girl.”
“We’re in fucking Kentucky,” Kam scoffed, “I don’t know why you thought that.”
“Y’all always got these excuses,” she sucked her teeth, “Your old roommate found himself a fine ass black chick.”
Ashley had been on his mind lately. His newly imposed sanctions, for a lack of a better term, had limited his ability to meet his needs while Yassy was away. He was confined to his apartment on most nights and the only one he trusted to bring home was her, not wanting no strange girl showing up to his apartment on a night where Yassy was visiting.
“Y’all just love those white hoes,” she continued, “Only to turn on them and come running back to us after some bullshit goes down like the shit with Amy.”
He was ashamed to admit that it took him a few seconds to recognize the name and remember her. She was a forgotten name in a forgotten life that seemed eons ago and yet, no more than two calendar years had passed and no doubts, the memories of that night lingered in her mind.
“She’s still at Muncie?”
“Hell no,” Yassy quickly replied, anger evident in her tone, “Why would you stay on a campus that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about you? They even let those rapist ass niggas back on the team.”
Kam had lost interest in the case once he left Ball State, not keeping in contact with any of the players.
“That’s crazy,” Kam shook his head, “And yet I’m the one with a fucking curfew and a fucking breathalyze and all this shit.”
“Kam,” she was stern in her tone, “Please don’t fucking degrade yourself and compare them to that.”
“I’m just saying, everybody’s always on my fucking case like I’m the worst fucking nigga alive and do all this bad shit. Like yeah, I have a fucking drink like every other college kid. It’s real pieces of shit out there but everybody acting like I’m out here hurting people.”
“Kam, I love you, but stop,” she softened her tone, “Yes, there are bad people and you’re not one of them but that doesn’t mean that your behavior can’t improve.”
“So, you agree with them?”
“Babe, it’s not about agreeing with anybody.”
“Yeah, it is,” he grew frustrated, “You’re siding with them over me like I’m some fucking piece of shit.”
“No, you’re a wonderful person with the potential to do even greater things,” she sighed, “I don’t care about them or none of this football shit, you know that. I just don’t want you to compare yourself to those terrible fucking people. On your worst day, you’re better than them at their best.”
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Kam still thinking the world is out to get him rather than dealing with the consequences of his own actions is a truly underrated theme in this. Well done.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
he gonna have to learn at some pointCaptain Canada wrote: ↑11 Sep 2024, 10:10Kam still thinking the world is out to get him rather than dealing with the consequences of his own actions is a truly underrated theme in this. Well done.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Is Yassy still going to be telling this dead end ass motherfucker she love him when he playing football in Sing Sing?
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
USA (3-1, 0-1) | 7 | 14 | 3 | 10 | 34
UK (1-2, 0-0) | 7 | 7 | 0 | 10 | 24
USA QB Gio Lopez: 3-6, 30 yds, TD
USA HB P.J. Martin: 20 att, 197 yds
UK QB Cole Pennington: 22-34, 266 yds, 2 TD, 2 INT
UK HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 17 att, 68 yds, TD, 7 rec, 68 yds
UK HB Kyrie Patterson: 1 att, 13 yds
Season Stats 61 att, 295 yds, TD, 16 rec, 138 yds, TD
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Frauds! They got the nooses out in Lexington for Kamaldeen!
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Kam about to go on a bender after that loss