demon time.
let him cook. who among us?
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bloop not ready
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UK (7-3, 4-3) | 7 | 10 | 7 | 10 | 34
VANDY (3-7, 1-5) | 3 | 0 | 7 | 6 | 16
UK QB Brock Vandagriff: 27-35, 230 yds, 3 TD, 2 INT
UK HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 25 att, 189 yds, 76 YAC
UK WR Barion Brown: 6 rec, 58 yds, TD
VANDY QB Nate Johnson: 13-22, 182 yds, TD
VANDY CB Trudell Berry: 14 tkl, 2 TFL
VANDY S Dontae Carter: 10 tkl, INT
VANDY S Randon Fontenette: 10 tkl, TFL, INT
Season Stats 232 car (1st NCAA), 1084 yds (3rd NCAA, 1st SEC), 8 TD (T-6th NCAA, T-3rd SEC), 2 fumbles, 62 receptions, 549 yards, 2 TD
Upcoming Schedule vs. Florida, at Louisville
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He aight I guess.
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Season 5, Episode 12
“If you’re feeling weird about meeting my parents…”
“Nah, I don’t care about that,” Kam caught himself, “Not like that, I just mean that I don’t know what our schedule is going to look like for real.”
“But you just said you’re going back home.”
“If we have the day off,” Kam looked into the phone, her frustration evident on her face, “I just don’t want to tell you that I’m going to be there and then I can’t.”
She took a pregnant pause, carefully considering her words, “I don’t really care about a white man’s holiday, Kam. I just want to see you, it’s been like literally months.”
“It’s been one month,” Kam scoffed, “If that.”
“So, you don’t miss me?”
“I do,” he sighed, “It’s just that when we agreed to do this long-distance shit, we both knew that we’d go stretches like this so to me…”
“Is not a big deal to you, got it.”
“I don’t know why you doing this shit like I wasn’t the one that flew you out twice, took you to New York and shit.”
“You didn’t take me anywhere,” she snapped, “We both took a trip to New York City, together, as a couple. You know, doing shit that fucking couples do.”
“There’s a lot of couples shit that we don’t do,” Kam muttered, his words cutting deep.
“You fucking barely talk to me these days and now you want to rehash some old shit again? Boy, fuck you.”
Before Kam could answer, the unmistaken sound of a FaceTime call ending emitted from his phone, eliciting him to throw his phone into his bed. He paced his room for a moment, contemplating calling her back but thought of a better idea.
His text was quickly answered, albeit not in the manner that he wanted as she was busy with her boyfriend, Kam not realizing that Kyrie had yet to return.
The prospect of stewing in his room was unappealing to Kam, even on a Tuesday night. The only person he knew that’d be up to something was nearly an hour away, but it was still worth a shot.
…
“I don’t even know why you showed up.”
“Come on, red,” Andre pleaded, “We kinfolk supposed to stick together.”
“Pay your tab, nigga,” Sean scoffed, the black-and-mild balancing perfectly between his lips, “You lucky I’m at the door today and not one of Snow’s young boys.”
“Them niggas can’t fight,” Andre sucked his teeth.
“You’re right, they can’t,” Sean laughed, “That’s why they’ll up the fire on your ass, bih.”
“After all the work I did for that nigga?”
“That’s the only reason he ain’t green light your ass,” Sean nodded, “I ain’t never seen someone run up a tab like yours, not on no gambling shit.”
“What y’all running tonight?” Andre tried to peek inside the door.
“Nothing you’re gonna win at,” Sean stepped in front of him, “You might as well get that little bitch you be running behind to walk Nebraska, nigga.”
“The bitch called the cops on me,” he shook his head.
“Stop beating her, stupid nigga,” Sean suggested, “I’ve met crackheads all my life, I’ve met crash outs all my life and I’ve met just stupid, dumb motherfuckers all my life but I ain’t never met one that was all of them before you.”
“Is you going to let me in or what?”
“No, nigga,” Sean was getting visibly annoyed, “Not unless you putting up your granddaddy Cutlass.”
“Your ass been wanting that Cutlass since we was in grade school,” Andre laughed, “That ain’t going to step your pimping, you know that?”
“Your momma done fucked for less,” Sean fired back, “From what I heard, it don’t take much for your sister neither.”
“You talking a lot of shit for a nigga I ain’t never seen smoke nothing.”
“And you talking a whole lot for a nigga that be on mad niggas paperwork,” Sean took a step toward him, Andre taking a step backward and holding his hands up, “That’s what I thought.”
“We gonna talk or we gonna do business?”
“As much as I would love nothing more than to take your money, you don’t got nothing.”
“You’re for real about the car?”
“You can get it?”
“I mean, you’ll probably need to change the color and shit,” Andre proposed, “But, I can get that arranged, for a fee of course.”
“If I let you in here, Snow liable to blow my head off once he finds out I was working the door,” Sean shook his head.
“Let’s get something on the side then,” Andre noticed the logo on his tee shirt, “Who the Gators playing this week?”
“Kentucky,” Sean quickly answered.
“They’re any good?”
“About three, three and half point favorite right now,” Sean began reeling him in.
…
Kam and Jamal slouched on rickety barstools, nursing sweating bottles of cheap beer in the dim, smoky haze of O'Malley's. The ancient jukebox in the corner wheezed out tinny classic rock as they surveyed the shabby décor - faded sports pennants, chipped neon beer signs, and walls plastered with yellowing snapshots of grinning patrons from decades past.
“The one in the red ain’t too bad,” Jamal chuckled, taking a swig,
Kam leaned over to get a good look at them. One, a petite mocha skinned brunette caught his eye and flashed a coy smile. Her friend, a curvy blonde, playfully bumped hips with her as they danced.
“They’re both good money to me,” Kam shrugged, returning his attention to the television screen that hung above the bar.
“I ain’t asking you to do anything with your girl and all but I am going to need you to get off that stool,” Jamal stood up, finishing off his beer, “Not that I can’t handle two of them, I’m just not trying to be greedy.”
“If she’s being a hater,” Kam begrudgingly agreed, “I’m only going to set so many picks, bro. After that, you’re on your own.”
“Just talk to the bitch,” he muttered as they began walking over, “It ain’t going to take me long to close this.”
They introduced themselves, Jamal doing most of the talking as Kam passively added to the conversation. The blonde, Sarah, was easily charmed by Jamal’s confidence and was eager to break the touch barrier, consistently touching Jamal’s arm whenever she laughed as they engaged in easy conversation.
Kam sashayed over to her friend, Fatima, offering to get her a drink, mainly as a way of giving them some privacy.
“Thanks,” she grabbed the cocktail from the bartender, raising her glass as Kam followed suit, downing his shot.
“Your friend is cute,” she said, leaning close, “But I think I got the better end of the deal.”
Kam blinked, caught off guard by her forwardness as she was dressed considerably more conservative compared to her friend, “I’ve been hearing that our entire life.”
“Funny too,” she nodded with a smile, “I like a guy who’s willing to play wingman, shows character.”
“It was that obvious?”
The banter continued as hours slipped by in a haze of laughter, music and the warmth of her body pressed against his. As last call echoed through the bar, Kam found himself outside, her lips on his.
“Let’s not end the night just yet,” she murmured against his mouth, “Come over to my place.”
He hesitated, glancing at Jamal, who was deeply entangled with Sarah, their fate for the night already sealed. His early morning class weighed on his mind, along with the most physical practice of the week looming. Nowhere in the equation was the girl back in Muncie.
“Let’s not end it then,” he grinned.
Buddy walking over like this 
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UF (7-4, 4-4) | 0 | 14 | 7 | 0 | 21
UK #16 (7-4, 4-4) | 3 | 0 | 3 | 7 | 13
UF QB D.J. Lagway: 15-20, 155 yds, TD
UF LB Shemar James: 11 tkl, 2 TFL
UF LB Myles Graham: 9 tkl, 2 TFL
UF CB Ja'Keem Jackson: 7 tkl, 2 INT
UK QB Brock Vandagriff: 27-34, 294 yds, TD, 2 INT
UK HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 24 att, 74 yds, 40 YAC
UK WR Ja'Mori Maclin: 8 rec, 73 yds
UK WR Barion Brown: 3 rec, 68 yds, TD
Season Stats 256 car, 1158 yds, 8 TD, 2 fumbles, 69 receptions, 588 yards, 2 TD
Upcoming Schedule at Louisville
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3 yards a pop? Another big game where Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris doesn't show up. Questions gotta start being asked. I think Kentucky needs to dip back into the portal to find a true feature back. I know Big Blue Nation is calling for it.