Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Brock Vandagriff is ass
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Kam shaving points for Andre?
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Big Blue Nation needs to crowdfund a whole new OL is what they need to do.
purest of ass but that's why Kam has so many receptions. He's either dumping it off or throw it deep into double coverage.
let it marinate, unc
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Season 5, Episode 13
“I know that I ain’t who I think it is.”
Andre hurried to his phone, keeping his eye on the screen as he looked up Kentucky’s roster. He scrolled to the running backs, instantly recognizing the face, even with the grown-in beard.
“That motherfucker,” he laughed to himself before reverting his eyes back to the television, begging for a fourth-quarter comeback.
…
He had been there before but still felt out of place, overthinking where to put his hands or whether he should offer to help in the kitchen, even though his first request was rebuffed.
He instinctively grabbed his phone before quickly putting it away, not wanting to appear rude. He accidentally made eye contact with her father, forcing a smile.
“So, have you been to Ghana?” he asked, his tone soft.
“No,” Kam shook his head, searching his mind for ways to extend the conversation and avoid another extended silence. “My dad went a few times when I was younger, but he hasn’t been in a while.”
The team had given the players Thursday afternoon off with practice resuming the following day, so Kam took the opportunity and made the three-hour drive, using Jamal’s car as he had flown back home to Jersey.
“Any family still over there?” asked Amina, Yassy’s older sister.
“My uncle, yeah,” Kam stammered, “I think my aunt is also back but I’m not sure, I know she used to travel back and forth.”
Kam instantly regretted his answer, feeling he had revealed too much of what was objectively a broken side of the family, never having met his uncle and it being over a decade since Auntie Ama had visited.
“I hear it’s beautiful,” her mother, Layla, appeared from the kitchen with a pot in hand with Yassy behind her as well, carrying a tray of skewers. They exchanged glowing smiles, a sense of relief coming over Kam just with her presence.
“Do you guys ever visit Morocco?” Kam asked the table, sitting more upright.
“When they were young,” Layla answered, “Once they got older, they’d just complain about being bored and wanting to see their friends back home.”
“I’d like to go,” Yassy perked up, “I think it’d be fun.”
“They’re going to put you to work, Yas,” Amina commented, being old enough to vividly remember their trips, “Does Jiddah even have AC, mama?”
“You know she doesn’t,” Layla laughed, “But if you just crack your window a little bit at night, the breeze is so good. I sleep so well whenever I’m over there, feels at home, you know?”
“I’m not trying to get eaten by a lion or something,” Omar, her younger brother, chimed in, drawing a snicker from Kam and a scowl from Yassy.
“There are no lions, stupid,” she shot at him.
“I’m not trying to find out,” he shrugged, a pair of headphones hanging around his neck.
The friendly chit chat continued for a few minutes before Ahmed cleared his throat, signifying it was time for du’a, a personal prayer before they ate. Kam respected their custom, closing his eyes as well as he tried to steady himself for what was promising to be a long evening.
...
“Is it that much different than high school?” Omar asked in between bites of his chicken tagine.
“A lot,” Kam let out a wry chuckle, “It’s just a lot more to it, really. Your day is pretty much organized for you from when you wake up, when you’re eating – what you’re eating – when you study, which classes you can even take. It’s just a lot more structured, really.”
“What was Ball State like?”
“You know I got there too, like, literally, right now?” Yassy teased her brother.
“But he’s a football player,” he quickly retorted.
“It’s cool,” Kam looked towards Yassy with a smile, “It’s a great school, really.”
“But you left,” he countered.
“That part,” Yassy muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Kam to overhear.
“I’d be lying if I said that the SEC and Ball State are the same thing, but you can ball wherever you go, get a free education is all.”
“Is that what you want to do, play football?” Ahmed asked, posing the questions that a father would ask.
“I’d love to do it,” Kam cautiously answered, “But I understand that when you’re talking about pro sports, it’s a one-in-a-million chance, if that so I’m just working hard, doing the best I can and seeing what my options are once I graduate.”
“What is it that you want to do, besides football?” Layla jumped in, a mother’s concern evident on her face.
Kam hadn’t thought about it, sending his mind racing as he went through the various adults he knew and what their jobs were, “My dad’s a coach, he coaches boxing, so I’ve always thought about maybe doing something like that but for football.”
He read their faces and nods, looking for a sign of approval before continuing, “There’s also the business side of things, where there’s more longevity and stability.”
The answer piqued Ahmed’s interest, who was an insurance salesman in his own right. “What kind of business?”
“I have a manager,” Kam embellished, “He handles a lot of the business side of things for me with like sponsors and stuff, so I’d definitely be interested in doing something like that, almost like managerial and also public relations for different athletes with my background in communications.”
“That sounds pretty cool,” Amina assured him, drawing nods of approval from around the table while Yassy tried to hide her smile, seeing right through Kam’s yapping. “Especially if you guys end up living in New York City.”
“Mina,” Yassy shot her a stare.
“What? He’s from there, sort of,” she shrugged.
“She’s always loved New York City,” her mom leaned over and touched Kam on the arm, “We lived there, for what, a few months?”
“It was close to a year,” Ahmed responded, looking towards the ceiling as he tried to jog his memory, “This was back when I was doing contracting. Some backbreaking work, I’ll tell you that much.”
“I’m definitely going next summer,” Amina stabbed into her salad, “I don’t care if I have to go by myself.”
“We should,” Kam suggested to Yassy, ignoring the culmination of their last trip in an effort to be more personable.
“It’s just with your schedule,” she continued to be subliminal with her jabs, “It’s hard to really lock in any sort of plan.”
…
“I think they liked you,” Yassy looked towards Kam, “I’m not sure why.”
“I’m very likeable,” Kam joked, “Especially thirty and up? I’m a wholesome gentleman, they can sense it right away.”
“But seriously, that went a lot better than I expected.”
“Was I the first guy you ever brought home?”
“They didn’t even let us date in high school,” Yassy rolled her eyes, “Amina’s had a few that she tried to like soft launch, and it was immediately no, rejected at the door.”
“She seems pretty cool, they were all pretty chill,” they continued chatting in the driveway, the midnight moon lighting the car.
“They’ve definitely mellowed out over the years,” she responded, “They’re not too bad, some of our friends had it a lot worse.”
“I’m just glad I didn’t embarrass myself,” he shrugged, “Or at least I don’t think I did.”
“Mina would have pointed it out,” she laughed.
“She seems like the type,” Kam joined in on the laughter.
Without much warning, Yassy leaned in for a kiss, the passion building up with each passing moment. Kam was caught off guard, as they hadn’t been in the best of places prior to his arrival.
“I really missed you,” she muttered between kisses.
“Me, too.”
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Don't mind me, just waiting for the inevitable blow up 
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Prediction: Kam burning after messing with his teammate's girl. Yassy finally gonna let him hit. He's going to give her a little VD as a thank you.
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have faith
Kam a raw demon?
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Season 5, Episode 14
"I don't want too much right now," Andre instructed, his hand resting on her hips, "Just a little bit of everything."
She nodded before disappearing into the house, Andre leaning back in his chair as he enjoyed his brew. He had ignored their judging and disapproving looks, even relishing in it at times. She was always going to take him back, no matter what.
He scanned the backyard, noticing how the group had thinned out over the past few years, a lot of it due to his conniving doing. A particular girl had caught his attention the entire afternoon, following her every move as he tried to place her.
"Ain't that the girl that that young boy used to mess with?" he nudged Aaron, the last of their dying breed.
"Who?" he asked, puzzled by Andre's question.
"The football nigga," he sucked his teeth, "The one Marcus and them was running around a couple years ago."
"Oh," he squinted, "Yeah, that might be her."
Her hair color had changed, no longer befitting of her name while her face was beginning to wear the daily struggles that life brought on.
...
"My brother a tool toter, my brother a tombstoner!" Kam exclaimed the lyrics as he extended his arm out to dap Jamal and brought him in for a bear hug, "My brother a sick soldier!"
"I see you be stealing my drip on the low," Jamal took a step back, examining Kam's accessory, "The Kobe elbow bands are tough, my guy!"
"Look good, play good, fuck good, nigga," Kam recited their motto during their high school playing days, often spending more time organizing their gear than watching film, "I'm about to do y'all boys so dirty and I'm going to look good doing it."
Kam had walked over to Louisville's side of the field during their warmups, being the lone tinge of blue among a sea of red.
"Them boys been talking about you all week," Jamal shared, "Might be ten niggas in that box, my guy."
"Run they ass over," Kam fired back, "You know I got to show out with your fam in the stands, got to."
"Shit," Jamal sucked his teeth, "At least one of us got to, right?"
"Listen, man," Kam leaned in, "I'm going to run up the score in that bitch, get you in the game, how about that?"
"Works for me," Jamal laughed.
Their extended conversation had gotten the attention of several Louisville players as they began approaching the duo, the senior linebacker taking a charge.
"Get your ass on," T.J., the leader of the defense stepped in, tapping Kam on the chest, "We'll get to talking with our pads, nigga."
"Touch me again and I ain't going to wait until the game to fuck you up," Kam fired back, looking at him in the eye.
"We good, we good," Jamal tried to deescalate the situation but the posturing had already began.
"We're smoking your ass, nigga," commented another Louisville player as a circle began forming around Kam.
"Y'all some bitches," Kam laughed, "Ain't nobody scared of y'all sorry ass niggas."
"We're going to fuck your boy up," one of them warned Jamal, "Better get his ass out of here."
"Ain't nobody doing nothing," Jamal spoke up, helping guide Kam away from the pack.
"I got something for your bitch ass, thirty-four!" Kam pointed to the senior linebacker before hopping back to his side of the field.
...
"Do you still talk to him?"
"No, nigga," Ravie was annoyed with just his presence at the gathering, let alone him speaking to hear, "He's got a whole ass girlfriend, I haven't seen that nigga in two years."
"So how you know he got a girlfriend?"
"I follow him on Instagram?" she answered condescendingly, "Why you asking all these questions?"
"I saw he was doing good and wanted to shout out to the young nigga," Andre explained, "He must have changed his number or something, couldn't find it on my shit. What's his IG?"
...
"I'm going to be in your shit all day!"
"Check the yardage stupid nigga," Kam shot back to the linebacker as he tossed the ball to the ground, near the first down marker.
He hustled back into information, settling into his stance as he looked across to T.J. who waited with anticipation for the ball to be snapped on third and inches. Their second encounter of the game wouldn't take long as Kam got across the line of scrimmage and tried to juke him but the veteran defender was able to get him to the ground, albeit past the line to gain.
"You ain't going nowhere!" he screamed.
"I got the first down, dumbass," Kam laughed as he jogged off the field.
...
Most of the defense followed Kam, fully expecting the SEC's leading rusher to have the ball near the goal line only for Brock to leap into the endzone, scoring the game's first touchdown. Kam didn't hesitate to get in T.J.'s face to remind him of the score.
"Catch up, little nigga," he cackled.
...
"A big hole opens up for Seidu-Harris who's going to pick up twelve yards on that play to end the first quarter. Louisville does not seem to have an answer for this offense, especially in the running game."
...
Kam's eyes widened as he got past the first level, T.J.'s eagerness to tackle Kam in the backfield coming back to bite him as the left guard was able to square him away, opening up the hole. The throwaway draw play on third and long worked better than expected as Kam galloped into the secondary and carried three defenders past the first down marker.
"Y'all really some hoes," Kam laughed, "It ain't even fun beating y'all ass."
"Shut the fuck," responded a defender as they got up off the turf.
"Suck my dick, bitch."
...
"Fucking Brock," Kam muttered to himself as he saw the defender leap out in the corner of his eye and jump in front of the pass intended for the tight end.
Kam began to run in pursuit, quickly noticing T.J. approaching him from behind. Kam stopped in his track, turning around and launching into the linebacker, causing him to tumble a few steps. While T.J.'s teammate began celebrating in the endzone and Kam's were solemnly jogging to the sideline, the two were facemask to facemask, exchanging unpleasantries before an official broke it up.
"I'm going to see you," T.J. warned him, "Believe that."
"Fuck your dead family, fuck nigga," Kam waved him off, "You're going to have to show me you tough."
...
"Seidu-Harris cuts through the secondary for a gain of fifteen."
...
"Third and eight, Vandagriff drops back and finds Seidu-Harris across the middle of the field and he is tackled hard by T.J. Capers who has been busy this afternoon!"
...
"Yeah, nigga!" T.J. yelled in his face as Kam ignored him, simply pointing to the scoreboard.
...
The defense once again followed Kam, only for Brock to still have the ball. He got to the outside before pitching the ball to Ja'Mori who did the rest, sprinting to the endzone for the touchdown. Kam sprinted straight to T.J., once again informing him that a touchdown had been scored.
"Y'all going to have to do something," Kam laughed in his face, "I'm definitely fucking one of y'all hoes tonight, that's for sure."
...
T.J.'s feet froze as Kam got the handoff, weary of another quarterback keeper. By the time he realized that Kam had the ball, it was too late as the running back stroll into the endzone, knocking over a defensive back for good measure.
Kam flexed to the crowd before being mobbed by the rest of the offense, tapping his chest three times before pointing to the sky. He turned to T.J. and simply laughed as he jogged off the football field, his point already proven.
UK (8-4, 4-4) | 14 | 0 | 7 | 14 | 35
UL (2-10, 1-7) | 0 | 10 | 0 | 14 | 24
UK QB Brock Vandagriff: 16-24, 208 yds, 2 TD, INT
UK HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 26 att, 158 yds, TD
UK WR Barion Brown: 4 rec, 79 yds, 2 TD
UL HB Donald Chaney: 21 att, 33 yds
UL HB Jamal Thompson: Did not play
UL MLB T.J Quinn: 12 tkl, 2 TFL
UL S Daeh McCullough: 12 tkl, INT, TD
Season Stats 282 car, 1316 yds, 9 TD, 2 fumbles, 73 receptions, 627 yards, 2 TD
Upcoming Schedule Postseason
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I was about to congratulate Kam for stepping up in a big game until I looked at Louisville's record. This man ain't never beating the allegations.