"The Wildcats run the ball on third and long and it's Emmanwori with the big hit on Seidu-Harris on that stop!"
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Kam was slow to his feet, pausing once his knees as he took a breather before being helped up the rest of the way by his offensive linemen. He shook his head, both in frustration and as a way of clearing the cobwebs as he jogged to the sideline.
The adrenaline wore off once he past the white lines, the pain from when his right leg got rolled up under him shooting to his brain.
"Fuck," he muttered in frustration as he hobbled over to the trainer's table, taking his helmet off as he looked into the skies of what was promising to be a long night.
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Kam did his best to hide his emotions as the offense came off the field, unable to pick up a third and four from the ten-yard line. The pain his leg was still throbbing but even on one foot, he'd be able to fall forward for four yards, or at least he thought he could.
"I can get you four, coach," he pleaded to coach Boulware who simply nodded.
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"Second and goal, tight end in motion and they're going to give it to Kyrie Coker and the freshman is in, touchdown!"
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Kam got to his feet, pumping his fist in celebration as Kyrie reached the sidelines, trying to take his helmet off amidst the helmet taps. Kam was next in line, bringing him in for a bear hug.
"That's what I'm talking about, baby!" Kam yelled, slapping his shoulder pad.
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"Fuck!" Kam yelled to himself as he looked up at the giant jumbotron, realizing his mistake as he bounced the run outside when the gap had began to form off the trapping guard. He steadied himself as he received the play call from the sideline, settling into his stance behind Brock, eager to redeem himself.
The play, like the others before it, was short lived as Kam was tackled as soon as he crossed the line of scrimmage for a short gain.
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"Third and nine here, Vandagriff drops back to pass...finds Seidu-Harris out in the flats and he's going to pick fourteen yards on that completion for the first down!"
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Kam picked up steam as he saw the hole clear, tightening his grip on the football as he broke through, anticipating the contact that finally came as he was brought down. He tried to hop back to his feet but there was no explosion there as he had to resort to once again slowly peeling himself off the grass.
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"Third and three, Wildcats up ten points with 3:54 remaining in the third quarter, a chance to extend the lead here but Seidu-Harris is going to be brought down well short of the line to gain, another field goal attempt."
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Kam watched on as the sideline erupted, teammates jumping into one another as the coaching staff also celebrated with hearty handshakes. Kam grabbed his helmet, letting it hang by his side as he hobbled his way to the tunnel, a job completed but not well done.
Also, put the damn records back into these updates, bruh.
wear and tear is brutal
records will be byke sire.
Disclaimer: The RTG didn't save after the game, not sure what happened there so going to replay that game and leave the stats from the original go up but the season stats will reflect the changes.
She might got some demons, but Kam still ain't got no game. We not forgetting he ran behind Lana with no pussy on deck for two years (plus).
Also, Oak Tree Watch (tm) is down to a 45% after those last two games.
glad you got the reference
You (and I) have ran after worse for longer and idk why you're assuming he never tasted the goods with Lana. Jasmine strung him along for a bit but eventually reached heaven
Season 5, Episode 6
“Where are you going to take her?”
“I don’t know,” Kam shrugged, “We’ve never really like hung out like that for real.”
“You guys are the worst,” Ashley rolled her eyes, “I don’t know when just chilling at the crib became acceptable, but we got to dead that shit. I’m going to need y’all to start taking us out on dates and shit, starting with your ass.”
“See how you drag me into some shit,” Kyrie shook his head, picking away at the gigantic plate of leafy greens and meat in front of him.
“I don’t know why I’m getting fried when I’m actually taking her on a date,” Kam shrugged, “Fuck a date, flying her out and everything.”
“And don’t like hurry up to the sex,” she said with disgust, “We can always tell and it’s a turn off.”
“You’re really treating me like a green ass jit.”
“Here comes that Florida shit,” she rolled her eyes, “Yes, you are a green ahh jit.”
“What you know about that?” Kam laughed; South Florida’s influence evident from her brief days in Austin.
“Just take her some place nice,” Ashley reverted to the topic at hand, “She’s not twenty-one, is she?”
“Nope,” Kam responded, “But my homegirl goes to school out there so I’m sure she can take us to some places that don’t card.”
“Did you fuck her?”
Kam nearly choked on his food, “Come on, now.”
“So, yes, you did. Don’t take your girl to nowhere you’ve gone with some other bitch,” Ashley waved her hands in Kam’s face, “Do you research; Tik Tok, Instagram, Twitter, something.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Kam conceded, mainly because Lana had been mostly unresponsive in his reaching out for suggestions.
“You done?” Kyrie looked towards Kam’s plate, which was mostly full, “I ain’t trying to get into another argument with this one here.”
“Fuck it,” Kam used the nearby napkins to wipe the corner of his mouth before throwing it onto his plate, “How far was that shit again?”
“About forty-five,” Kyrie finished his water bottle, meeting his hydration quota with the rest of the day to spare, “See you later?”
“I’ll probably be at the gym,” she kissed him goodbye, waving goodbye to Kam as they exited the dining hall, donning team gear from head to toe.
She watched them exit the premises, partially in admiration before packing up her own belongings. She only made it a few steps before she was stopped by some familiar faces which she would be getting acquainted with very well over the course of the next few months as they ramped up for the indoor season.
“You guys heading over there now?” Ashley asked, sharing a hug with two of her teammates.
“Yeah,” they both seemed distracted, “Was that your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, the one with the short curls,” she answered defensively, “Why?”
“Oh,” they looked towards each other.
…
Kyrie kept looking towards the GPS in his CarPlay screen before bringing the phone to his face, expanding the map.
“I think it’s this complex,” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot.
“Ain’t no way,” Kam scoffed as he looked around, the sun settling in for the night.
It was a mostly empty strip mall with several vacant office spaces, a despondent Kroger’s Marketplace serving as the center piece.
“It’s right here,” Kam pointed to the sign that read ‘Athlete First’ with a few cars parked in front of the store, recognizing Jamal’s latest rental.
They parked next to it, taking their stuff out of the car given their environment. Kam didn’t know much about the state of Kentucky, let alone the parts to avoid but this certainly had all the makings of it. He wished for the weapon that he had discarded prior to boarding that plane to Indianapolis nearly two years ago, which would have come in handy for situations like these.
The door into the facility led them to another world, a stark contrast to its gritty exterior. Behind the front desk was a sleek, grey wall with a monitor that played what seemed like endless loops of highlights, undoubtedly from former or current customers as they soared into the air for a dunk or reached across the goal line for a touchdown.
“Andrew, your 6:30 is here,” the girl at the lobby yelled to the back, “Hey guys, how are you doing?”
“We’re here for Andrew,” Kam cleared his throat, “We’re with Jamal.”
“Perfect, you already signed the waivers and stuff, right?”
“Yeah,” Kam looked towards Kyrie, who also nodded, his eyes continuing to scan the facility.
From the back emerged Andrew, a short but athletic looking gentleman that was in his mid-30s, the greys sticking out in his beard. He introduced himself before leading them into the back, walking past the squat racks, massage tables and other accoutrements you would see in a small gym.
“For a full session, we’d do a lot more activation work and really get you firing before we even get to treatment,” Andrew explained as he did a quick tour of the gym, “But since you’re just here for some cryo and massage work, we’ll skip all of that, but I really would recommend you look into a full membership.”
“Okay,” Kam flatly answered, not interested in the sales pitch.
They were half way into the locker room when they ran into Jamal, fully lathered up with sweat with a towel around his waist.
“My guy,” Jamal didn’t let his state interfere his hug with Kam before giving Kyrie a fist bump, “I come in peace, y’all.”
“Oh,” Kyrie noticed the team gear they were wearing, “Any friend of Kam is a friend of mine, until we see y’all on that field.”
“You guys can get set up in the locker room, just boxers or shorts if you’re more comfortable,” Andew could see he was in the way, “About five, eight minutes?”
“I got you,” Kam nodded as Andrew walked away, returning his attention back to Jamal, “This shit here is expensive as fuck, I already know it.”
“Just get Mark to expense that shit,” Jamal waved him off, “This is the only way I’m going to stay ready, them coaches ain’t paying me no mind right now.”
“I haven’t really been able to follow y’all this year,” Kam scratched his dreads, “It’s that bad?”
“He probably plays more than me,” Jamal motioned towards Kyrie, “No disrespect but second-year player, still getting treated like a redshirt? Come on, bruh. If you weren’t my brother like that, I’d be tight as hell I ain’t take that Kentucky offer.”
“You’d have a whole set of different problems,” Kam shook his head, “My whole left side fucked up, my whole right side locked up. My back be flaring up when I wake up, shit is brutal right now.”
“How do you think I felt at Bergen? Them motherfuckers run trap right, trap left, dive middle, that’s it!”
“How’d you find this place?” Kyrie remained in awe, “Grew up right there in Lexington, ain’t never heard of this shit.”
“They just launched last year,” Jamal explained, “Andrew and them used to do like private treatments for all of the Kentucky players and shit but then when Cal left, apparently the new coach wasn’t really feeling that shit so he was treating them at his crib and shit and then opened this bitch up to like invite only.”
“How the fuck you get invited?” Kam teased Jamal.
“It’s really Mark,” Jamal shrugged, “I don’t know how but this nigga knows somebody for anything, any fucking where. You ask that motherfucker for some shoes, he’s going to get you in contact with some nigga from Singapore that makes custom cleats that mold to your feet and he got like a eighteen month back order but soon as you say Mark’s name, he shipping that bitch right to you. I wish I was making this shit up but I’ve seen it happen, first hand.”
“I need me a Mark,” Kyrie remarked, “I ain’t gonna be this nigga’s backup for too long, now.”
“His ass ain’t never leaving Kentucky,” Kam playfully shoved Kyrie, “Appreciate the invite though, bro, a nigga need this work right now.”
“For sure,” Jamal nodded, “Georgia gonna be a bitch.”
You aint slick with that revisionist history on Kam's relationship with Lana. We know he didn't hit that's why she was in NY wilding at the front of trains.
You aint slick with that revisionist history on Kam's relationship with Lana. We know he didn't hit that's why she was in NY wilding at the front of trains.
And, is that boy about to get BALCO'd?
Triple entendre with that train line
Ain't nothing wrong with some supplements, trying to get on that Paulo Costa secret juice.
The roaring fans within the hedges of Sanford Stadium were but a whisper compared to the voices echoing in Kam’s mind, shifting his body from side to side as their words bounced around in his head.
“I don’t even need a big crib,” Marcus had said, playfully indulging in the dream that Kam would one day make it.
His mom occasionally allowed herself to live in that fantasy, albeit in a vastly different manner.
“If you want a big house, you’ll need to clean it,” she’d chastised him, bending over to pick up the scattered socks and shoes that trailed to his room.
To the fans in the stands, the coaches, and the players on the opposing sideline, he was just another nameless, faceless opponent, unfortunate enough to be next in line on their march to something far greater than just another Saturday game.
For Kam, this was his moment; the promise of stardom and riches awaited on the other side.
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"Keep blocking for me, I'm a fucking run for y'all!" Kam screamed to his offensive line as he handed the ball to the official, bumping shoulders with defenders as he walked through them back to the muddled huddle.
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Kam followed big number seventy-three to the second level of the defense, spotting the defender flashing across his face. He let out a groan as the guard fanned out to the wrong defender, leaving the screaming linebacker free to lay his shoulder into Kam. Kam lowered his, careening off the defender and into a jumbled mess. He looked up to see that he was near the white line, quickly discarding of the ball and hurrying to his feet.
He navigated through the bodies as they all hurried to get set, not wanting to let Georgia's defense settle in position. The tight end motioned, joining Kam and Brock in the backfield as Brock did one last system check, clapping his hand and receiving the ball.
Kam sprinted forward, fulling expecting the ball to be in his belly as he got ready to leap into the endzone only to feel the unmistakable pull of the ball from his belly. He couldn't help but turn around just in time to see Brock get tackled to the ground, two yards behind the line of scrimmage.
"I need to get the ball there, Brock!" he screamed to Brock, reaching decibels he hadn't ventured in years.
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He let the blocks form, holding back on his top end speed until he saw daylight, accelerating into the open space, throwing a defender off him before the rest of the Georgia defense joined in on the tackling effort. It had been his best and longest run of the night, only to turn around and see the yellow flag on the ground.
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With two leading blockers behind each guard, Kam was the deepest player in the backfield, lined up behind Brock and in between the two tight ends. Three yards was all he needed and he was sure he would get it, especially with the two blockers to clean up anything that leaked behind the offensive line. Kam readied himself, exploding out of his stance and foregoing patience as he received the handoff just as both leading blockers ran past their assignments, leaving Kam to be wrapped up being the line of scrimmage.
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"Drop your fucking nuts, Brock!" Kam yelled to the quarterback as he helped him off the turf, taking yet another sack, "Come on, man!"
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Kam contorted his body to get the ball that was thrown behind him, quickly turning around in an effort to avoid a blindside hit. He got his feet under him and tucked the ball away, the endzone within sights as he picked up speed. The rallying defender wasted no time, shooting for Kam's leg and flipping him over as Kam landed on his helmet before rolling to his back.
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"Third and one from the Georgia one-yard line, the Wildcats trailing 14-3 with a chance to cut into the lead with nine seconds left in the first half, no timeouts left. They're going to hand it off to Seidu-Harris who is immediately swarmed by the Georgia defense and another stop for the Bulldogs! Two goal-to-go appearances for Kentucky and only three points to show for it!"
...
Kam threw his hand up, seeing that the defender was sitting deep in his zone. He swung his head around, fully anticipating the ball to be already at his finger tips. Brock's head finally turned, a second too late as he released the ball.
"Fuck," Kam muttered to himself as he saw the ball float in the air and predictably picked off by the defender.
Kam slowed down to a jog, watching helplessly as the defender sprinted into the endzone.
