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Post by Caesar » 15 Mar 2021, 22:14

Home is Home

Devin adjusted his jacket as a burst of cold wind whipped under the awning outside of the Field House. It was a bitterly cold December day for Louisiana standards and yet Coach McCoy demanded he wait after practice to speak with a coach looking for his signature on a letter of intent next week.

It probably would’ve been the perfect opportunity to tell coach that he’d already made his decision. At least, it would’ve gotten him out of standing outside in the cold.

After a few minutes, he heard the door open behind him and Coach McCoy poked his head outside.

“What in the world are you standing outside for, son? You could’ve just waited in here. It’d be a real kick in the nuts if my number one corner died of hypothermia the Monday before a state championship game,” he said, waving for Devin to go inside.

Devin shuffled inside the gym. “You told me to wait here and were standing outside.”

“For one of the smarter guys on the team, you sure as hell throw a curveball every so often to remind everyone that you are, in fact, not a quarterback.”

“Danny’s my friend and all, but I don’t know if you know but we know that you don’t have an Einstein at quarterback either,” Devin said over his shoulder.

“I guess that’s a fair point.” Coach McCoy pointed to a man who was standing in the middle of the court, looking up at all of the banners hanging from the rafters. Most people were quick to note that there were only three state championship banners among the dozens up there.

Devin immediately recognized that it was Tulane’s defensive coordinator Dutch Chavis. He sighed, having forgotten that the quiet period was over.

“Pierce, how y’all got all these banners up here and ain’t got no championships?” Chavis asked, gesturing up at the banners. “Don’t make much sense to put them up there if they aren’t for winning it all.”

“There’s a golf one at the back over there,” Devin said and pointed to the banner he was referring to. “And there are a couple of track ones from the 50s over there.”

Chavis raised an eyebrow. “None for football?”

“None yet,” Coach McCoy corrected. “And to answer your question, this school has been here since 1908 and I’ve been here for a year. I have nothing to answer for when it comes to what banners are and aren’t up in the rafters. But you didn’t come here to talk about the decorating. I need my players at home getting their rest so keep that in mind.”

“Got it,” Chavis said to McCoy’s retreating back. He turned to Devin. “Y’all are having a hell of a playoff run. Did a job against West Monroe that most ain’t expect y’all to do.”

“We got eaten alive on defense. They just ran out of steam there at the end. Can’t play like that in the championship game or we’ll be wondering about what-ifs instead of putting a banner up there next to these district champ ones.”

The man laughed and clapped Devin on his shoulder. “That right there is why we want you at Tulane. I go to any other high school ‘round the country and tell the top cornerback on a team headed to state that they played well and they’re start selling themselves to me like I’m Satan himself. You got a good head on your shoulders and we need that opposite Christian. Can’t go wrong with two corners with they head on straight.”

“I kinda already made my decision, coach,” Devin said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just waiting until after state to announce.”

“Well, damn. I guess it’s a good thing Houma isn’t all that far from New Orleans or I’d be kicking myself for not being tuned in enough to know that you done committed and I wasted that gas.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Chavis waved off the apology. “Nothing to be sorry about. I get turned down by more recruits than tourists getting turned down by strippers and shot girls on Bourbon. All I want to know is that you ain’t going to LSU.”

Devin shook his head. “I’m not going to LSU.”

“Good, because fuck LSU. Ain’t nothing I hate more than those purple and gold wearing pussies. I know you ain’t going to none of the other Louisiana schools so I am a little disappointed that you aren’t staying in the state. I know I left but since I came back I been on a mission to make sure our own stay home. I told you before but no one gonna love us like we gonna love us.”

“I guess so. But I figure you can always come back one day, right?”

The man put his hand out for Devin to shake. “And maw maw gonna be waiting on the cornda by the bus stop to pick you up with a pot of gumbo and some crawfish boiled just like you like.”

Devin shook his hand. “Thanks, coach. Good luck and all that.”

“Good luck to you, too. Maybe I’ll see you on the other side of the field in a championship game somewhere down the road.”

“Maybe so.”

-*****-

Caesar sat on a keg with his feet up on top of another and his back against his car as Jurgen, Anthony and Bentley lugged more kegs up into Caesar’s backyard.

“Are you really not going to help us, bro?” Bentley asked, nearly dropping a keg on his foot as sweat made his hand slip. “This shit would go a lot faster if you’d move the kegs instead of fucking sitting on them.”

“For real,” Anthony added as he rolled a keg instead of hefting it.

Caesar tapped his foot on the keg under it. “I’m going to get these two. Besides, which one of you motherfuckers just spent five grand on beer for a party this Sunday and has committed to another five grand on liquor? Oh, right. That was me. That’s why y’all are moving those kegs.”

“Not my fault I don’t look damn near 40,” Bentley said, deciding to follow Anthony’s lead to roll the kegs.

Jurgen set the one he was carrying down. “No one thinks that it’s a bad idea for us to be planning a party to celebrate winning state when we haven’t… won state yet?”

“It would be a bad idea if you didn’t have me on the team, my German friend. I’m 100% on winning titles when I get to the championship game going from TPR all the way to two years ago when we won it all at Vandebilt. This is just another notch on the belt,” Caesar said, scrolling through his phone.

“I’m sure there’s some German proverb that I can say right now about that but I’m too tired to think about it.”

Caesar shrugged. Moments later, his phone rang for a video call with Kaley. He accepted the call and ignored the chatter from the guys.

“My, don’t you look comfortable,” Kaley said, noticing his reclined posture.

“I’m actually working very hard. Someone has to supervise the work that’s going on around here and who better to supervise than me?”

She raised an eyebrow. “What work?”

“For the party after we win state, of course. I have to go out with a bang for my last big party before I let the world know where I’m taking my talents for the next three years.”

“Oh, you decided where you’re going to college? Carla told me that Devin’s planning on announcing his choice next week.”

Caesar shook his head and sucked his teeth. “When you’re announcing that you’re going to Louisiana College then you can just announce as soon as the early signing period starts. Unlike King, it’s going to be noteworthy when I announce. He’ll just be a footnote on a website.”

“So, you don’t know where you’re going.”

“No, not really.”

“What’s stopping you from making up your mind?”

A keg clattered off the side of the trailer and Anthony shouted a few choice words at Bentley and Jurgen who were laughing at him as he went to kick the keg but thought better of it at the last minute. Caesar shook his head at the sight.

“Everything okay down there?”

“Just watching three fools barely avoid smashing their feet,” Caesar said. “It’s just a bunch of shit with my dad. It’s complicated but I could make the wrong choice and end up losing my eligibility.”

“So, make a choice that your dad would hate.”

Caesar raised an eyebrow and eyed her for a moment. “At no point did I say that picking a college that he wouldn’t hate would be the wrong choice.”

She shrugged. “I just assumed. Go to Texas-San Antonio. You said they sent you a scholarship a few months ago.”

“I’m trying to get to the NFL, not work at McDonald’s for $16.50 an hour with an art degree from Texas-San Antonio.”

“Well, I think you should go somewhere like that. Where football doesn’t really matter. It’s not like there aren’t pro football players who didn’t go to small schools. Isn’t there a guy who plays for the Saints who went to, like, Grand Valley or something?”

“Or something. Whatever choice I make, I’m going to be sticking to P5 schools.”

“What’s a P5 school?”

“The ones that matter.”

She sighed. “Why don’t you ask Ron for advice? He should be able to help you and I’m sure that he would be happy to.”

“Ron’s got other shit to worry about. I’m not calling him.”

“Just a suggestion, Caesar.”

A loud bang drew Caesar’s attention back to the trailer on which the railing was now bent and Jurgen, Anthony and Bentley were laughing. Caesar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“You motherfuckers are going to pay for that shit with the rental company!” Caesar shouted. “I’m not doing it!”

“Caesar?” Kaley asked.

“I gotta go before these dumbfucks kill themselves. I’ll see you Friday.”

“See ya.”
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Post by Captain Canada » 15 Mar 2021, 23:23

Damn, a double?

Good shit though, really building the suspense. Danny Legend.
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Post by Caesar » 16 Mar 2021, 21:03

The More Things Change

“… and that’s what Angelle was saying, right? What’s the point of spending all this time doing college prep courses if they aren’t good for credits? We would’ve been better off going to Fletcher and doing dual enrollment,” Carla said as she and Devin sat in his car.

“Why don’t they let y’all do dual enrollment?”

“Who knows? It’s stupid. You know I don’t do all that well on tests and I’m sure I fucked up on the ACT again. I’m not trying to spend two years after graduating at a community college because I have to take remedials.”

Devin shrugged as he took a bite of the burger he had in a carton in the center console. “I don’t think it pays to worry about all of that now. You’ve already sent your apps in. It’s in the hands of fate and admission counselors.”

“You sure know how to play the reassuring boyfriend.”

“Why thank you,” he said despite knowing that was sarcasm.

The back door was jerked open and Hasan all but dove into the backseat before slamming the door shut behind him, a huge smile on his face.

Devin looked at him in the rearview mirror. “Last I checked, you didn’t like anyone slamming your car doors but here we are with me moments away from telling you some shit about slamming my car door.”

“I’m fuckin’ hype, bruh. My bad.” He held up a piece of paper. “I got them to cut me a check now instead of waitin’ for payday next week for my last one. I ain’t never seen a paper check but fuck it. This bitch gon’ spend, too.”

“You might want to check it. Ralph probably got them to dock you for all those times he caught you stealing and never said anything.”

Hasan shook his head as he reached down and put the check in his bag. “Me and Ralph had an understandin’. He don’t say shit about me takin’ a lil’ somethin’ while I’m on the clock and I don’t say shit about him fuckin’ on them young ass cashiers.”

Carla spit her drink out on the dashboard. “How do you just keep something like that to yourself?”

“Everybody in there knows. It’s ain’t a state secret.”

She looked at Devin who only shrugged.

“I thought you already knew, too,” he said.

“How would I know? I don’t work here.”

Hasan reached over the center console and stole a couple of fries out of Devin’s carton. “Gina, man. Keep up.”

“Wha—Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Can we change the subject?”

Devin shook his head and backed out of the spot. “You can’t say that you didn’t walk right into that one.”

“Since we changin’ subjects. Carla, where ya man told you he goin’ to college? He don’t want to tell nobody and honestly I’m a little hurt because I thought he was my best friend.”

She only glanced at Devin and then shrugged.

“Damn, you ain’t tell your girl either? You keep tellin’ me you wanted to focus on state but I been tellin’ you that this shit a lot easier to focus on state when you don’t have recruiters blowin’ up your phone all night like bitches fiendin’ for some dick.”

“Can’t relate to that,” Devin said. “State’s three days away. When you want to know? Sunday? Monday? I can tell you on the bus coming back if you want to know that bad.”

“Nah, I just want to know how locked in are you on that decision? I told you that Erik got a nice ass apartment right off LSU campus. Three bedrooms. He told me I was free to take one. I know you don’t wanna live in nobody’s stank ass dorms. LSU the move, bruh.”

“Why would you move in with someone you barely know?” Carla asked.

“Isn’t moving into a dorm the same thing? At least I’ve had conversations with Erik and see how he gonna be livin’.”

“Valid point.”

“Carla, you want Devin to stay close. Tell him to come to LSU. I’ll make sure that he won’t fuck with any sorority girls. And if you get into UNO, he’s only 45 minutes away. Hop in your car, hit the Causeway and hang that right on Dalrymple and bam, you there.”

“First of all, thanks for the lesson on how to drive in a straight line from New Orleans to Baton Rouge that anyone who has ever driven knows. And secondly, I’m not going to be the girlfriend that does that and then a year from now, he’s pissed off because he isn’t where he wants to be.”

“I’m just sayin’—”

“Drop it, man,” Devin said, cutting him off. “This right here is exactly why I’m not telling anyone. Instead of you trying to figure out, you’d just be trying to get me to change my mind. Sunday, I’ll tell you.”

“I mean, I’m gonna be fucked up Sunday so you might want to wait until at least 2 or 3 in the afternoon to even think about that.”

Devin made a U-Turn at the next light and started heading back toward town.

“Where we going?” Carla asked.

He reached over and picked up the empty carton that used to hold his fries. “Hasan’s going to use that check he got to buy me more food after he said he didn’t want anything but made sure to stick his grubby ass hands up here and eat mine.”

“You weren’t eatin’ them, bruh!” Hasan said, holding his hands up in innocence.

-*****-

Caesar rubbed his temples. “What the fuck you mean you don’t have anything, Trey?”

“I mean, I don’t have anything.” Trey shrugged. “I’m sorry, man. I’m all out.”

“And instead of fucking texting me and telling me that, you waited until I dragged my ass all the way out here to tell me?”

Trey moved his hand in a circle and then back the other way. “Well, what had happened was—”

“Yeah, tell me what had happened.”

“As I was saying before you interrupted. I was on my way here and I was holding, but somewhere between my house and here, this girl called me and asked if I had anything. Yanet. You know Yanet, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t know any fucking Yanets,” Caesar said, his voice flat. “Get to the point.”

“Well, she didn’t have any money, but she said she’d blow me in exchange and I don’t turn down blowjobs, man. And that’s why I don’t have anything for you.”

Caesar shoved him. “I should punch you in the fucking mouth. What are you going to tell the person you get shit from when you need more? ‘Sorry, I don’t have your money because I gave away drugs for a fucking three-minute blowjob?’”

Trey held his hands up. “Hey, man. I got you next time. You could always go to Stovall or Marydale.”

“Motherfucker, you go to Stovall or Marydale. Get the fuck out of my face before I really do kick your ass out here.”

Caesar sat down on a bench and dropped his head into his hands. He could feel phone vibrating non-stop with people messaging him about the championship game. He wanted to damn thing into the bayou and be done with it.

He just needed something to take the edge off, but that plan had been blown up. Literally.

He racked his brain for alternatives. After a few moments, he sat back and looked around before pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending a text to an unsaved number.

want to make some money? I know you need it



Caesar watched as an old sedan turned into his driveway and made the short jog to the back, swinging in next to him. He walked around to the driver’s side as Gina stepped out with a rolled up brown paper bag in her hand.

He held his hand out. “Thanks.”

She pulled the bag back. “You fucking owe me double.”

“I don’t owe you shit. I sent you a hundred bucks to drive to wherever you went to get that and bring it here. That more than covers it.”

“That was before I decided that half of what’s in this bag should be mine because I could’ve gotten into some shit for your bitch ass so pay me double or give me half of the pills.”

Caesar sighed. “I’m not paying you and I’m not putting anything I’m going to put in my mouth in that nasty ass bag so come on. I’ll split it because I don’t have the time or energy to argue.”

“Come on where?”

“In-fucking-side so I can get something to put your drugs in, Gina. Don’t act all afraid now.”

“Rich coming from you.” She shoved him out of the way and headed up to the house, opting for the side door that she’d walked in through many times before.

Caesar followed behind her, unlocking the door when he got to it and letting her go inside first. He snatched the bag from her and poured its content out on the counter then opened one of the baggies and tossed a couple pills into his mouth.

“Make sure you count those when you divvy it up,” Gina said, looking around the kitchen.

“When did you become such a cunt?” Caesar asked. He reached into the cabinet and pulled down a container.

“The same time you became a feckless cocksucker,” she shot back.

Caesar tossed the container onto the counter. “It’s funny because in the laws of insignificant puppy love relationships, you left me for a stupid fucking reason so if anyone should be mad here, it isn’t you.”

“Less talking. More separating so I can go home.” She waved her hand for emphasis.

“Got some dick waiting for you that you’re rushing to? You know this is probably the last time you’ll see me. Sure you don’t want to savor it?” He haphazardly pushed his hand through the middle of the pile then shoved the baggies on one side into the container.

“Is that any of your concern? Jealous that it isn’t you?”

He slid the container over to her. “Gina, if I wanted to fuck you, you’d be with it.”

“You’re not man enough.” She walked around the counter and stood in his face. “You weren’t man enough when we were 14 and you’re still not man enough. And it eats you up inside.”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

“Do it then.” She grabbed his crotch.

He lifted her up and sat her on the counter, grabbing at the hem of her shirt while her hands worked at his belt.

Then his phone rang and abruptly, she kicked him away and jumped down off the counter.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit, Caesar. I don’t know much about Kaley but I hope she leaves your fucking ass soon,” she said, straightening her shirt and picking up the container. She stopped at the door and turned around. “You don’t deserve it.”

He waved off the comment and rebuckled his belt. “I don’t think I’ll start taking dating advice from you of all people. Remember that abortion is still legal in the ‘Gret Stet of Looziana’ if you have to choose between being a single mom and graduating from Fletcher in a year. Have a shitty life.”

“You too, motherfucker.” She slammed the door behind her.

Caesar grabbed another pill and choked it down.
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Post by Caesar » 16 Mar 2021, 22:47

Beginning of the End of the Road

Coach McCoy took off his sunglasses and blew some lint off the lenses before he set the glasses back on his face. Before him, the team, donning suits and ties at his order, filed onto two buses to take them to New Orleans for the state championship game. And around them, parents and other students had gathered to cheer the team on as they departed.

It gave him a little burst of pride that they’d given the people something to be happy about. This part of Houma hadn’t experienced this in almost 70 years – longer than most of the people surrounding the buses with streamers and signs had been alive.

He nodded to one of the parish sheriff deputies who’d be escorting them to New Orleans as the band went through the fight song again after a few drum cadences to hype up the crowd.

Coach Buchannon tapped him on the shoulder. “A couple guys have been trying to get in touch with you for the last hour, but they say they keep getting sent straight to voicemail.”

“I don’t have my phone on. My wife and son are here so who would be calling me right now?”

“They’re from Ohio State. You might want to call them back. It seemed like it was something that couldn’t wait.”

“Anything can wait, Aaron.”

“You the boss. I’m just passing along the message so they can stop calling the rest of us trying to get ahold of you.”

McCoy sighed and started to walk down the street, away from the festivities. Once he was far enough away that he felt he’d be able to hear and be heard, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and powered it on. A flood of voicemails and texts popped up as soon as it booted up.

He called back the last number with a Columbus zip code and it was answered almost immediately.

“Pierce McCoy! You’re a hard man to get a hold of,” a man said from the other end.

“State championship’s today. I was told this couldn’t wait so here I am. What you got for me?”

“Well, you’re speaking with Cory Ramsey, the head coach of the Buckeyes, and Calvin Holmes, I’m the OC up here. We’re going to cut to the chase because we know your boys got a big game in a few hours and we don’t want to keep you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“This is Coach Ramsey. Our quarterbacks coach just ran off to the school to the north of us to be the offensive coordinator and he’s put us in a real bind. We’ve already lost a couple of recruits to them. Everyone who follows high school ball seriously knows what you’ve done down there in Louisiana. You took a team with a first-year starter who’d never even played JV ball and turned them into an offensive juggernaut. You’re a hot commodity right now. And that’s not even to speak of your time at Texas.”

“Calvin here. We know that you can do the job and we have a couple of freshmen coming in that might need a little molding from a steady hand—”

“No, thanks,” McCoy said, cutting them off.

“What?”

He shrugged even though they couldn’t see him. “I left Texas because I didn’t want to be a quarterbacks coach anymore. I want the reins. Unless, you’re asking me to come up there and discuss coming on to call the plays, too then I’m not interested.”

“Well, between Coach and myself, we got the playcalling covered on the offensive side.”

“Then I hope you gentlemen have a lovely day and good luck in your bowl game against Florida State in a few weeks.”

“Good luck to you and your boys, too.” Then the line went silent.

He turned his phone back off and walked back to the buses that were now finished loading everyone and everything up. He climbed onto the first one and took his seat at the front.

“What’d they want?” Buchannon asked as the convoy pulled off.

“To waste my damn time. Wake me up when we get to the Dome.”

-*****-

The nervous energy in the locker room was oppressive. A mixture between awe of being in an NFL team’s facilities and unease at being only moments away from taking the field for the biggest game that many of the players in the locker room would ever play.

The feeling of being in the same seats where some of the greatest of the game had played throughout the years. Greats at all levels of football, in many a championship game from 1A football to the Super Bowl was a memory that they wouldn’t soon forget.

Some players bowed their heads in prayer while others tried to hype each other up. For a poor few, their nerves got the best of them as they had a second tasting of the lunch the team was served before they left Houma.

Others simply took it all in.

Devin stared at the locker he’d been assigned, reflecting on the journey that had led to him standing in that spot. Two years ago, he felt he would be lucky to receive an offer from Nicholls and now he was a highly sought-after player who seemed to have the world at his fingertips, spoilt for choice.

He ran his hand over the golden 4 in the middle of that crimson jersey that he’d put on so many times before – that he would wear for one final time.

He turned around and scanned the room. Some of his teammates he’d forged lifelong friendships with. Others, not so much.

Caesar stood on the opposite side of the room, gesturing with his hands as he spoke to Jurgen. Making an impulsive decision, Devin walked over.

Caesar stopped talking when Devin stopped in front of him. “Can I fucking help you?”

“Look, man. I don’t care about all that shit between our grandpas. That happened like 50 years ago. We only have to share the field one more time and then we probably will never see each other again after graduation.” Devin stuck his hand out. “Why don’t we drop all this shit and just let shit in the past stay in the past? It’s not doing either of us any good to be carrying on some dumb family feud started between two old men.”

Caesar looked down at Devin’s hand then back up at him. Then back down at his hand again and back up at him. Then he smacked his hand away.

“Fuck your pussy ass olive branch. Since I let you go through that whole soliloquy, it’s your turn to listen. When we go out on that field tonight,” he pointed out in the direction of the field. “Don’t piss yourself and fuck up my state title. Make sure that you play your little heart out because this is the only time that you’ll ever be playing for a championship and probably the last time you’ll play until you transfer to Geneva College. Keep that in your head until the final whistle, bitch.”

Devin shook his head. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before turning and heading back to his locker.

Coach Franks walked into the area where the players were, followed by the rest of the coaching staff. “Take a knee!”

The players all bunched up and knelt in a semi-circle.

Coach McCoy stepped into it and looked around. He put his hands on his hips, nodding slowly as he scanned the team. He spotted Danny toward the back of the circle.

“How’s the ankle, Danny?”

“Good to go, coach,” he said with a thumbs up.

“Good, good,” the coach said before taking a few deep breaths. “Gentlemen…”

The team perked up waiting for a speech, but that wasn’t forthcoming from their head coach.

“Let’s go to war,” was all he said.

The players jumped up with whoops and hollers, slapping their helmets and each other if necessary, following the coaches out onto the field of battle.
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Caesar a true hoe, huh. I'm ready for the next one :blessed:
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Post by Caesar » 18 Mar 2021, 21:08

The Summit

“The old adage is forty-eight minutes for the rest of your life. We’ve gotten the appetizers and salad courses out of the way and we’re moments away from kick off in the big boy classification. The crème of the crop. Catholic High, Terrebonne High, 5A State Championship Game. It doesn’t get any better than this in the state of Louisiana. The players are ready. The coaches are ready. The fans are ready.”

“Terrebonne’s Cade Sartin signals he’s ready to kickoff and we’re underway here in the Superdome! Catholic’s D.J. Stevens fields it at the 2-yard line and brings it up the field. He crosses the 20 before being dragged down around the 25 by Michael Templet for the Tigers.”



“Senior Mikale Jefferson leads the Curdog offense out onto the field. Jefferson’s had a memorable year for the Curs, throwing for 3,500 yards and 47 touchdowns while running for another 1,500 yards and 12 touchdowns and next year he’ll be headed to Ole Miss to fight for their starting job. Let’s see how this Terrebonne defense manages against a true do-it-all QB.”

“Jefferson starts in the shotgun with junior Denzel Nash to his left. Blair Franklin, Avery Vincent and Tevin Taylor start at receiver. Jefferson receives the snap and hands it off to Nash who takes it outside for a gain of five to get things going. Kenyatta Coleman on the stop for Terrebonne.”



Devin shoved the receiver in front of him as he started his route before Devin dropped off into his zone assignment. His eyes darted around the field, watching for receivers coming his way. The pocket started to collapse, and the quarterback spun out of the pocket and got to the outside.

De’Aaron broke down to make the tackle but was soon clutching at air as his ankles gave up on him when the quarterback juked to his right.

Devin stepped up to make the tackle and almost got the same treatment when the quarterback spun around him, but he managed to swat at his feet as he fell to make a shoe string tackle and prevent a big gain.

“Motherfucker looks like he’s gliding,” Devin muttered to himself as he got back to his feet.



“The Curs have shown a bit of poise on this drive to convert a few third downs and keep it ticking over, but they’re facing one more here from the goal line. Jefferson checks with the sideline and gets back under the center. Here’s the snap and it’s a toss to Nash. Vincent has the edge sealed and Nash is going to walk into the endzone untouched! Catholic strikes first!”



“Terrebonne sets up from their own 22 yard line after the return. Sophomore Danny Jackson has been a revelation for the Tigers this season, but he did suffer an injury last week against West Monroe. We’ll have to see how he’s feeling with that. A lot of seniors on this Terrebonne offense. Hasan Santiago in the backfield with Jackson and another trio of seniors at wideout with Caesar Jenkins, Noah John and Jurgen Jones.”

“Jackson gets the snap and fires it out to Jenkins quickly. He gains a handful, looks like 7 on the play, before being brought down by Jacody Rogers.”



“That one gets away from Jackson and it’s in the turf. That Catholic pass rush has caused many a quarterback a problem this season and it looks like they’re going to be bringing the heat against Terrebonne, too.”



“Jackson dumps it off to Santiago on the screen and he gets upfield and picks up the first down. Ian Howard on the stop for the Curdogs.”



Caesar jogged to the opposite side of the field, motioning for Jurgen to back off the line of scrimmage. He glanced at the corner then back at Danny. There would be space along the boundary if the safety stayed in the middle of the field.

He hoped Danny would be able to hit him.

Caesar released to the outside of the corner, swatting his hands away when he attempted to press. The safety did remain in the middle of the field and Caesar ran to stack the corner and give Danny somewhere to throw the ball.

He looked up, expecting the ball to be dropping over his shoulder. Instead, it flew over him and nearly took out a cameraman on the sideline.

Slowing to a stop, Caesar stared at the green ahead of him that he would’ve been able to run into if the pass was remotely accurate.



“Jefferson rolls out of the pocket and flicks a pass to Taylor for the first down.”



“The handoff’s to Nash and he scampers for a short gain of 4 on the play.”



“Jefferson has nowhere to go, and he’s brought down in the backfield by La’Quan Johnson for huuuuge loss. Good coverage by the Tigers’ secondary and good containment by their front to keep Jefferson bottled up.”



“Catholic’s going to play it safe here in the first quarter and opt for the run on third and long which only picks up a couple. Here comes the punt unit to give it back to Terrebonne and give them a chance to tie this one up.”



“First down for the Tigers as Jackson takes it himself and slides down after a gain of 12 on the play. I guess that ankle isn’t bothering him after all!”



“Jones hauls it in and that’s another first down for Terrebonne.”



“Santiago takes the handoff up the middle. Cuts it outside. He’s got space! 50, 40, 30! Shoved out of bounds at the Curs’ 25 after a crazy fast 27 yard gain from Terrebonne’s speedy running back.”



“Smith checks in to spell Santiago and he gets it for a short gain.”



“Jackson throws a dart to Jenkins on the crossing route and the Tigers are in scoring range. Let’s see if they can cap this drive off right.”



“Jackson hands it off—No, he pulls it and sprints to the outside. He cuts upfield and dives for the goal line. Is it in?! They’re signaling yes! Touchdown Tigers! And you know Pierce McCoy is signaling for them to go for 2.”



“Santiago takes the toss and he’s into the endzone to convert the two-point try. 8-7 Terrebonne in the late parts of the first quarter and we have a battle on our hands!”



“Uncharacteristic miss by Jefferson and the Curs are going to have to punt again.”



“Jackson’s brought down in the backfield. Catholic’s going to be getting the ball at midfield after a turnover on downs.”



“Big gain by Nash and the Curdogs are in field goal range already!”



“That pass is batted down at the line of scrimmage on first down.”



“Jefferson finds Vincent, but that’s only a gain of five on the play. Third down coming up.”



Devin took a moment to catch his breath between plays. Some would believe it insane to call a high school football team equal in ability to some college teams, but these guys were on a different level. Possibly better than Euless and that was saying a lot.

And they were managing to hang with them.

Devin lined up in his spot. The defense shifted when a receiver motioned across the formation, and Devin backed away from the line of scrimmage.

He dropped into a zone when the ball was snapped. The quarterback rolled out of the pocket and pointed to one of his receivers. Devin glanced over and saw the crossing route. Gambling, Devin left his assignment.

He got to the receiver just as the ball was arriving and batted it away.



“Allen Bradley’s lined up to attempt the field goal. It’s up and it’s good. Catholic back in the lead 10-8 as we head into the final minutes of the first half here in the championship.”



“Jackson drops back and heaves it downfield! Jenkins dives for it and makes the grab! That’s a 47 yard gain on first down! Sometimes you have to take your shots and sometimes you have to TAKE your shots!”



“It’s another completion from Jackson, this time to John and that’s another first down for Terrebonne.”



Caesar tugged on his gloves before getting into his stance. The decibel level in the Superdome ratcheted up a bit as the Catholic High section tried to throw Danny off his game with the drive looking a bit more promising than they’d like.

The ball was snapped, and Caesar shot off the line to the inside of the corner. He made his cut toward the middle of the field and threw his hand up.

Danny zipped the ball through the middle of the defense and hit Caesar in stride. He secured the ball and headed for the closing gap between the safeties. Planting his foot, he cut to the outside at the last moment.

The safeties crashed into each other, both too committed to making the tackle.

He shot a glance over his shoulder and bent his run back toward the middle of the field to pull away from the pursuing players for the touchdown.

He, Jurgen and Noah celebrated on the way back to the sideline.



“Jefferson’s Hail Mary attempt falls harmlessly to the field and we’re heading to halftime with scoreboard reading Terrebonne 16, Catholic 10.”

-*****-

The Terrebonne locker room was buoyant at halftime. They’d made it halfway through a game against a team that was heavily favored and had the lead. It was hard for the players to not be sailing on cloud nine at that point.

Coach McCoy quieted the team down.

“Boys, it’s not over yet. Don’t think it is for a second,” he said. “We got the lead and that’s where we want to be, but that’s a dangerous football team on the other side of the field. Don’t count them out yet, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” the team said in unison.

“When we go back out there, y’all better be ready to fight like hell. Fight like hell for what you want, what you deserve. We ain’t come this far to just come this far. We did not come this far to just come this far.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The work you put in from spring all the way to now is why we did it, gentlemen. Don’t let that all go to waste. Don’t let all your blood, sweat and tears go to waste when you have one hand almost touching the trophy. You just have 24 minutes to go. Finish. Finish strong.”

“Yes, sir!”

-*****-

“Terrebonne set to get us started here in the final two quarters of high school football this season. Danny Jackson’s miracle season is continuing as he’s outdueling one of the top signal callers in the country right now. The ball is at the Tigers’ 25 with Jackson in the gun and four receivers split out wide.”

“Jackson drops back to pass and checks it down to Santiago in the flats for a gain of six to settle back into rhythm.”



“Jackson finds John in stride and it’s a 17 yard gain for the senior. The Tigers have shot out of the traps and could be threatening to go up two scores in this game!”



Danny dropped back and scanned the defense. He patted the ball a couple of times and shifted his feet from right to left. The pocket started to collapse around him and he slipped out of it, rolling out to his right.

He kept his eyes downfield looking for a receiver coming open. He saw a gap in the defense and fired the ball toward Jurgen.

Or he thought he saw an opening…

A corner undercut the pass and picked it off. He ran toward the opposite sideline with a convoy of blockers in front of him and all of the receivers behind.

Danny spun around and almost got his head taken off by a lineman taking an opportunity to put one on the quarterback. Scrambling on his hands to get back to his feet, he avoided a second block attempt from the lineman.

He lined up the corner running down the sideline, making sure to get an angle on him. The gap closed quickly. Danny lowered his shoulder…

…and got ran over.

He managed to get back to his knees just in time to see the corner run into the endzone. He smacked the turf and cursed at himself.



“Jackson overthrows everyone and it looks like he hasn’t recovered from that pick six on the last drive. On their own 31 and trailing by a point, Terrebonne’s sending out their punter for the first time tonight.”



“Jefferson stretches his legs and gets the Curs going on their first drive of the second half with a 9 yard run.”



“Nash takes it up the middle and picks up the first down.”



“Another handoff to Nash and he rips off a quick 11.”



“After a promising start to the drive, Catholic has bogged down in the redzone. They’re looking at a third and goal from the 10 after the sack on that last play. Jefferson takes it outside on the option but King and Ledet are there to stop him and keep him from pitching. Here comes the kicking unit to try to put the Curdogs up 20-16.”



“Jackson leads the Tigers back out onto the field, now down 20-16. It looked like Coach McCoy gave him a pep talk before sending him out for this drive to get his mind off that pick six. As they say, the best quarterbacks have a short memory.”

“But they’re going to play it safe on first down by handing it off to Santiago. He bounces it outside and picks up a short gain of three on the play.”



“A short pass out to Jenkins on the bubble doesn’t gain much. Maybe a yard.”



“Jackson has to throw that one into the dirt on third down. Terrebonne’s back up deep so they should—Wait, they’re waving the offense back onto the field. This is a risky call, folks. If they don’t convert, they’ll give Catholic the ball back on their 25 with time wearing thin in the third quarter and a chance to go up two scores.”

“Here’s the snap. Jackson rolls to his right and throws a bomb down the field and it’s caught by Jenkins at the 43! He’s across the 50 and brought down at the 40 on the other side of the field! That’ll get your head into the game.”



The offense ran up to the new line of scrimmage as Catholic’s defense tried to shuttle players on and off, a bit shellshocked from the big conversion on fourth down.

Caesar jogged across the field and got set. From the sideline, Coach McCoy signaled an audible to Danny who patted the top of his helmet, shouting the change to the linemen. He then signaled to the receivers and got back in position.

Danny waved for Caesar to motion across the field. He glanced over and saw the corner following him. Once he reached the edge of the line, the ball was snapped, and he picked up his pace just in time to have Danny push the ball forward into his path.

He hurtled toward the sideline, watching as Jurgen shoved his man to the ground. Caesar hopped over the corner as followed Jurgen up the field. The German’s next block wasn’t as successful, and Caesar had to make a safety miss with a spin toward the center of the field.

The spin took him right into the arms of another defender, but he powered his way out of the tackle and cut back to the outside. He stiff-armed away a third tackle attempt and hit the sideline.

A roar went up around the stadium as he crossed the goal line to put Terrebonne back up.



“We’ll have to see if that missed two-point conversion comes back to haunt Terrebonne, but for now they’re up 22-20 at the start of the fourth quarter. Jefferson heads out onto the field and this is a big drive for Catholic and the senior quarterback. Putting it into the endzone will go a long way to a victory, you would think.”

“The Curs go with the read option on first down. Jefferson keeps it himself and powers forward for a handful to set up a manageable second down.”



“Jefferson’s flushed out of the pocket and he’s going to run for the first down and gets it! Moving the chains for Catholic.”



“That pass is knocked down by Coleman.”



“Nash takes the handoff and bowls forward for 7 to make it third and short.”



“Jefferson drops back and finds Taylor on the slant route. Taylor makes a man miss and picks up another dozen yards before being brought down by Templet.”



“That’s complete to Vincent and it’s another first down.”



“Designed quarterback run for Jefferson and he cuts it back aaaaall the way across the field, gets north-south and tears off a good chunk of yardage down to the Terrebonne 27.”



“Jefferson pulls it down and rolls to his right. He pumps once, pumps twice, tucks the ball and heads for—King comes out of nowhere and makes the stop right at the line of scrimmage! That was an impressive tackle and great ability to read the game and trust your teammates from King.”



“Nash gets into traffic in the middle of the line and bounces it outside. King is there again to make the tackle for a gain of maybe one!”



“Jefferson drops back on third down, loads and fires toward Franklin – but it’s batted down by King! What a sequence of play by one player! That’s what you call a clutch gene. All over the field to make sure his team didn’t give up a touchdown! Bradley’s coming out to attempt the field goal for the Curs.”



“Halfway through the fourth quarter here. The score is Catholic 23, Terrebonne 22. You’d have to think that the Tigers have to get points on this drive as the Curdogs have the advantage when it comes to closing out a game and bringing home a state title.”

“Jackson steps up for this big drive and they started it with a screen pass to Santiago for a gain of 12 on the play.”



“Jackson finds his favorite target Jenkins and they’ll be moving the chains again.”



“No dice on that pass from the sophomore and we’ll be looking at second down.”



“Jackson gets it out to Jones who turns it upfield and picks up the first down.”



“You can see some tired legs starting to come into it on Catholic’s defense. This no-huddle offense is really taking a toll on them. Jackson drops back again and tosses it to John who finds a little room to get 7 on that one.”



“Here’s the pitch out to Santiago on the outside run. He’s got some clear skies over on the boundary and he finds them. He’s up the sideline and I don’t think anyone’s catching him! No, sir! Touchdown Terrebonne!”



“Jackson finds Jenkins in the back of the endzone and the conversion is good! 30-23 Tigers!”



“Jefferson misses his man deep and they’re going to have to punt it away. There are a few anxious faces on the Catholic sidelines.”



“Something you don’t see often from Terrebonne, a drive meant solely to run the clock down. Jackson drops back to pass on this third down but pulls it down and falls forward for a few yards. Curs burn their last timeout with a little over 2 minutes to play.”



“There are locked arms on both of these sidelines as it all comes down to this drive. Catholic has to get a touchdown to force overtime, but they don’t want to score too quickly or the Tigers will have a chance to kick a walk-off field goal to win the title. It’s all or nothing here. Do or die. Bride or bridesmaid.”

“Jefferson starts this drive by hitting Franklin on the out route and he manages to get out of boards to stop the clock while the ball is reset.”



“Jefferson swings it out to Nash in the flats and the back gets up the field and gets out of bounds to preserve a precious few seconds.”



“A zero blitz! Jefferson has to escape the pocket and he’ll take it himself for a small gain of 3 yards. They’ll have to spike it to stop the clock which he does. Third down Catholic.”



“Jefferson drops back. You can see him itching to run, but he’s staying put. He fires it outside to Vincent but it’s just off his fingertips and that’ll be fourth down and the rest of your life. The Curs have to convert this or the Tigers will be able to run out the clock.”



The sounds of the crowd and the Terrebonne band thundered in Devin’s ears as he stood across from the receiver. There was nothing fancy about the defensive playcall for this pivotal down. Find your man, lock him down. That was it.

He walked up to the line of scrimmage. Close enough to see the beads of sweat on the receiver’s face. Close enough that he could almost hear his heart pounding over the sounds of the stadium.

Devin glanced inside at the quarterback, a scrambling threat but a threat the team would concede as long as they got him down inbounds and before he got to the endzone.

The ball was snapped, and all the sounds disappeared.

Devin jammed the receiver at the line, the two of them fighting to win the battle. Nudged back a few yards, Devin stopped hand-fighting with him to avoid drawing a penalty.

The receiver immediately cut toward the middle of the field and turned his head to the quarterback. Devin gambled and undercut the receiver’s route. He saw the quarterback’s arm draw back and watched his eyes stare down the receiver.

Watching the ball come closer, Devin dove at the last moment.

He felt the ball hit one hand and then the other. And he knew he had it before he hit the ground. He tucked the ball against his body as the noise of the stadium flooded back in his ears.

His teammates dogpiled him as soon as the referees signaled Terrebonne ball.



“Victory formation out for Terrebonne! Danny Jackson just has to take a knee and the Tigers will win the state championship for the first time in school history!”

Danny could barely contain his smile as Hasan smacked him on the back of the helmet while he made his way to take the final snap. Caesar stood behind him, chewing on his mouthpiece, and looking nonplussed about it all.

He looked over to the sidelines where the entire team was jumping up and down, already celebrating and ready to run onto the field.

The coaches tried to stand in front of them. It was all the coaching staff could do to keep them from spilling over the boundary.

Danny called for the snap, took a step back and knelt down. He took a moment on his knee as the rest of the team flooded the field.

As soon as he stood up, he was greeted with the scene of helmets being thrown into the air and players going sliding across the Superdome turf.
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War of the Roses: Redux Edition

Post by Captain Canada » 19 Mar 2021, 00:03

Big play King :blessed:
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War of the Roses: Redux Edition

Post by djp73 » 19 Mar 2021, 08:52

what a journey, long live the king
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