"Hell YES we can take 'em! Flyers baby! WOO!!!" Mighty E added with a decisive thrust of his helmet into the air. "Flyers Forever!"Blitzen wrote:"Forty Two to THREE!" Sam called coming up beside Kali and Stas. "Awesome TD, wrongway, and Oby was like on FIRE!" She tossed her helmet in the air and caught it for emphasis, knocking it against the helmet Bryan was holding in his hand. "Next week's gonna be a toughie, but we can take 'em, I know we can take 'em! Five more games! GO FLYERS!"
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Flyers Gain Satisfaction In Semifinals
The St. Joseph's School Flyers soared to a victory over the Mt. Pelon Paladins, avenging a loss that almost cost the Flyers a berth into the playoffs.
In this clash of football titans, there was much wreckage left on the field after a tough battle that tested both teams, both coaches and tempers all around. After a week in which the Paladins were found repeatedly providing the Flyers with bulletin board material, it seemed both teams were ready to pin their ears back and go after one another. The opening quarter saw no team able to put the ball in the endzone, but plenty of abuse being dished out. Mt Pelon issued the first indication of just how hard the game was to be fought. On a 3rd down and short, the Flyers threw a screen to Antoine DuBois, who ran the ball past the marker and stepped out of bounds. In a blatant late hit, Jeff Uthane cut the legs out from under the Flyers star running back, who would not return until the 3rd quarter. During the ensuing fight, thankfully no further injuries were sustained, but Uthane was ejected for the hit, and for fighting.
The Flyers seemed a bit deflated by watching DuBois heading for the locker room early, and it showed. Mt. Pelon scored on their next possession for the first tally of the game. The touchdown seemed to galvanize the Flyer defense though, who shut down the Paladins allowing only two field goals for the rest of the first half.
All of the first quarter scoring for the Flyers came off the foot of Samantha Douglas, causing further animosity between the teams. On the third field goal of the quarter, a Paladin player made what he thought was an unabated run at Samantha after she'd kicked the ball. Shawn "Croc" Falls stopped the attempt with a crushing block, which set the two teams to fisticuffs again.
The Flyers managed to get another score late in the first half, when Scott Sanders hit Byran Baxter over the middle, and 'Wrongway' managed to maintain his hold on the ball, despite a crushing hit that sent him hard to the turf. Coach waters opted for the two point conversion to put the team up by three at the half, but the attempt failed and the two teams went to the locker rooms, St. Joes clinging to a two point lead.
The third quarter opened to more hard nose football, with neither team giving an inch for most of the quarter. Mt. Pelon managed to kick a 28 yard field goal to give them a one point lead, at the eight minute mark of the quarter.
The Flyers offense got a much needed boost with the return of Antoine DuBois, from the leg injury in the first quarter. On the drive in which DuBois returned, the Flyers put together a 68 yard drive to regain the lead 21-16, after another failed two point conversion.
The fourth quarter began with Mt. Pelon putting together a drive of their own, marching 82 yards on 7 plays, capped off by a 47 yard touchdown pass, which took advantage of a coverage breakdown by the Flyers secondary. Up 24-21, after a two point conversion, and another field goal it appeared that the Paladin's were pulling away from the Flyers, especially when they got the ball back after a Flyers punt with 3:34 left in the game.
In a decision that will be questioned for the remainder of the playoffs, the Paladin's attempted a 22 yard pass play to the end zone, perhaps trying to take advantage of a secondary they thought was tiring. Lucas Alexander put that theory to rest, when he outjumped and out muscled the Paladin receiver George Asgard, coming down with an interception in the end zone, giving the Flyers new life, and the ball with a little over two minutes with which to operate.
Scott Sanders led the Flyers down the field, on an 11 play drive that seemed stalled at the Paladin two yard line. With 4 seconds left in the game, the Flyers lined up for what, one way or the other would be the last play of the game. The ball was handed off to DuBois, who ran into a wall of bodies in front of him. He quickly bounced the play to the outside, and it looked like he was hemmed in by a duo of Paladin defenders. Antoine launched himself upwards and towards the end zone, taking one of the defenders with him as he landed just inside the goal line. With time expired, the teams lined up for the extra point, and the sure footed Samantha Douglas put the game away, giving the Flyers a 28-27 victory over rival Mt. Pelon, and a berth in the Championship Game next week.
The St. Joseph's School Flyers soared to a victory over the Mt. Pelon Paladins, avenging a loss that almost cost the Flyers a berth into the playoffs.
In this clash of football titans, there was much wreckage left on the field after a tough battle that tested both teams, both coaches and tempers all around. After a week in which the Paladins were found repeatedly providing the Flyers with bulletin board material, it seemed both teams were ready to pin their ears back and go after one another. The opening quarter saw no team able to put the ball in the endzone, but plenty of abuse being dished out. Mt Pelon issued the first indication of just how hard the game was to be fought. On a 3rd down and short, the Flyers threw a screen to Antoine DuBois, who ran the ball past the marker and stepped out of bounds. In a blatant late hit, Jeff Uthane cut the legs out from under the Flyers star running back, who would not return until the 3rd quarter. During the ensuing fight, thankfully no further injuries were sustained, but Uthane was ejected for the hit, and for fighting.
The Flyers seemed a bit deflated by watching DuBois heading for the locker room early, and it showed. Mt. Pelon scored on their next possession for the first tally of the game. The touchdown seemed to galvanize the Flyer defense though, who shut down the Paladins allowing only two field goals for the rest of the first half.
All of the first quarter scoring for the Flyers came off the foot of Samantha Douglas, causing further animosity between the teams. On the third field goal of the quarter, a Paladin player made what he thought was an unabated run at Samantha after she'd kicked the ball. Shawn "Croc" Falls stopped the attempt with a crushing block, which set the two teams to fisticuffs again.
The Flyers managed to get another score late in the first half, when Scott Sanders hit Byran Baxter over the middle, and 'Wrongway' managed to maintain his hold on the ball, despite a crushing hit that sent him hard to the turf. Coach waters opted for the two point conversion to put the team up by three at the half, but the attempt failed and the two teams went to the locker rooms, St. Joes clinging to a two point lead.
The third quarter opened to more hard nose football, with neither team giving an inch for most of the quarter. Mt. Pelon managed to kick a 28 yard field goal to give them a one point lead, at the eight minute mark of the quarter.
The Flyers offense got a much needed boost with the return of Antoine DuBois, from the leg injury in the first quarter. On the drive in which DuBois returned, the Flyers put together a 68 yard drive to regain the lead 21-16, after another failed two point conversion.
The fourth quarter began with Mt. Pelon putting together a drive of their own, marching 82 yards on 7 plays, capped off by a 47 yard touchdown pass, which took advantage of a coverage breakdown by the Flyers secondary. Up 24-21, after a two point conversion, and another field goal it appeared that the Paladin's were pulling away from the Flyers, especially when they got the ball back after a Flyers punt with 3:34 left in the game.
In a decision that will be questioned for the remainder of the playoffs, the Paladin's attempted a 22 yard pass play to the end zone, perhaps trying to take advantage of a secondary they thought was tiring. Lucas Alexander put that theory to rest, when he outjumped and out muscled the Paladin receiver George Asgard, coming down with an interception in the end zone, giving the Flyers new life, and the ball with a little over two minutes with which to operate.
Scott Sanders led the Flyers down the field, on an 11 play drive that seemed stalled at the Paladin two yard line. With 4 seconds left in the game, the Flyers lined up for what, one way or the other would be the last play of the game. The ball was handed off to DuBois, who ran into a wall of bodies in front of him. He quickly bounced the play to the outside, and it looked like he was hemmed in by a duo of Paladin defenders. Antoine launched himself upwards and towards the end zone, taking one of the defenders with him as he landed just inside the goal line. With time expired, the teams lined up for the extra point, and the sure footed Samantha Douglas put the game away, giving the Flyers a 28-27 victory over rival Mt. Pelon, and a berth in the Championship Game next week.
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
Flyers Fall 28-24 In Tough Championship Game
In a game that has to be considered an instant classic by anyone that enjoys the game of football, the St. Joeseph's Flyers were defeated by the Prescott Panthers 28-24. Neither team should feel like a losing team.
Neither offense was able to get rolling immediately, as the defenses of both teams asserted their will. It was a field position battle, as both punters pinned their opponents back deep in their own territory throughout the first quarter of play. St Joe's was the only team that crossed the 50 yard line during that quarter, and only managed the feat once.
Eventually, the top ranked running game of the Flyers, and top ranked passing game of the Panthers had to get on track, and it was the Panthers who caught the first break of the game, when Flyers defender Jonathan Daniels slipped during coverage of Panther Wideout Trent Gathers. Gathers was able to get the ball to the 30 yard line of the Flyers, where they were unable to move the ball further, and settled for a field goal for the first score of the game. A late Flyers' touchdown by Antoine DuBois sent the teams into halftime with the Flyers up 7-3.
The second half spelled a different story, with each team making adjustments. The Flyers went away from the outside running game, and moved to a smashmouth style, running behind their bruising offensive line, and wearing down the Panther defense. The Panthers reined in their offensive style, going for short strikes, rather than the long pass that had been the hallmark of their championship run.
The teams were so evenly matched, that there were seven lead changes, and it looked as though the last team to have the ball might decide the outcome of the game.
The Flyers got the ball down 28-24, with just over a minute to play. The Flyers executed a great drive, moving the ball on both the run and pass down the field, knowing that they had to score a touchdown. With no timeouts, the ball on the Panther 45, and 30 seconds to play, Scott Sanders hit Bryan, "Wrongway", Baxter at the 30, and Bryan was able to cut out of bounds to stop the clock. The teams lined up with just over 18 seconds left, and time to run one or two quick plays. Sanders lined up and dropped back, and the Flyers were caught by the Panther blitz. Sanders flipped an outlet pass to Antoine DuBois, who tried to make it to the sidelines to stop the clock, but the Panther defense was able to stop him before he could step out at the 17 yardline. The Flyers tried to line up to spike the ball, and stop the clock, but the last few seconds ticked off, ending this historic clash, and crowning the Panthers the State Champions.
In a game that has to be considered an instant classic by anyone that enjoys the game of football, the St. Joeseph's Flyers were defeated by the Prescott Panthers 28-24. Neither team should feel like a losing team.
Neither offense was able to get rolling immediately, as the defenses of both teams asserted their will. It was a field position battle, as both punters pinned their opponents back deep in their own territory throughout the first quarter of play. St Joe's was the only team that crossed the 50 yard line during that quarter, and only managed the feat once.
Eventually, the top ranked running game of the Flyers, and top ranked passing game of the Panthers had to get on track, and it was the Panthers who caught the first break of the game, when Flyers defender Jonathan Daniels slipped during coverage of Panther Wideout Trent Gathers. Gathers was able to get the ball to the 30 yard line of the Flyers, where they were unable to move the ball further, and settled for a field goal for the first score of the game. A late Flyers' touchdown by Antoine DuBois sent the teams into halftime with the Flyers up 7-3.
The second half spelled a different story, with each team making adjustments. The Flyers went away from the outside running game, and moved to a smashmouth style, running behind their bruising offensive line, and wearing down the Panther defense. The Panthers reined in their offensive style, going for short strikes, rather than the long pass that had been the hallmark of their championship run.
The teams were so evenly matched, that there were seven lead changes, and it looked as though the last team to have the ball might decide the outcome of the game.
The Flyers got the ball down 28-24, with just over a minute to play. The Flyers executed a great drive, moving the ball on both the run and pass down the field, knowing that they had to score a touchdown. With no timeouts, the ball on the Panther 45, and 30 seconds to play, Scott Sanders hit Bryan, "Wrongway", Baxter at the 30, and Bryan was able to cut out of bounds to stop the clock. The teams lined up with just over 18 seconds left, and time to run one or two quick plays. Sanders lined up and dropped back, and the Flyers were caught by the Panther blitz. Sanders flipped an outlet pass to Antoine DuBois, who tried to make it to the sidelines to stop the clock, but the Panther defense was able to stop him before he could step out at the 17 yardline. The Flyers tried to line up to spike the ball, and stop the clock, but the last few seconds ticked off, ending this historic clash, and crowning the Panthers the State Champions.
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
The track around the football field was busy today. Most of the team was out though no one had their equipment on yet, organized practice had not yet started but the smart kids and the veteran players were out running now. Getting their bodies used to the combination of the heat and the physical exertion.
Bryan ran up to the pack of guys bunched together keeping pace with each other. Scott and Oby were ragging on Biff for something. He was jokingly threatening violence upon the two in return.
They saw Baxter settle into pace just behind them. "Wrongway!" the guys yelled to him some laughter always piped up after his nickname was broadcast. "Hey fellas! How's it going?" Bryan asked the group.
Samantha came running over near the bleachers. She too, joined in the pack of runners. "Hi guys!" She called out with a smile. The guys each said their "hellos", a wolf whistle shot up from the rear of the loose grouping. "Nice legs!" The team laughed as Sam turned and shot a look at the offender.
"I know that was you, Frank." Everyone laughed together as she promised to make the boy pay.
They all continued to run the asphault track together. Joking, teasing and laughing with one another. All of them rebuilding the connections that they were going to rely upon in the next season.
Bryan ran up to the pack of guys bunched together keeping pace with each other. Scott and Oby were ragging on Biff for something. He was jokingly threatening violence upon the two in return.
They saw Baxter settle into pace just behind them. "Wrongway!" the guys yelled to him some laughter always piped up after his nickname was broadcast. "Hey fellas! How's it going?" Bryan asked the group.
Samantha came running over near the bleachers. She too, joined in the pack of runners. "Hi guys!" She called out with a smile. The guys each said their "hellos", a wolf whistle shot up from the rear of the loose grouping. "Nice legs!" The team laughed as Sam turned and shot a look at the offender.
"I know that was you, Frank." Everyone laughed together as she promised to make the boy pay.
They all continued to run the asphault track together. Joking, teasing and laughing with one another. All of them rebuilding the connections that they were going to rely upon in the next season.
Bryan Baxter (Codename: Gravwarp)
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Fight My Brute!
Gravity Control / Force Field / Fire Mastery
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Fight My Brute!
Oby stood, bent over, hands on his knees, breathing heavily in the thick August air. It had started with the crisp tingle when he walked onto the field, evidence that the new neutralizers were working. He'd smiled then, knowing that the slate was wiped clean, and everything he accomplished here was all his own effort. He smiled now, feeling the ache that accompanied a good workout.
'Two-a-days' started earlier in the week. That two week stretch that every football player dreads, and loves. Two weeks of grueling workouts, twice a day, that every player knew would test them, and the coaches would make sure it would test them well. This summer was bad, with humidity and heat racing to see which could get to 100 first. Two-a-days, where everyone could look forward to learning the plays, the blocking assignments, receiving routes, defensive assignment, and more than anything else, running. Sprints, laps, bearcrawls, duckwalks, suicides, and various other inventions that the players mused were invented in the dark ages as tortures, and the coaches simply dusted off to plague the team.
Oby stood there now, panting in the heat, at the end of another set of suicides, glad that the coach only had them do the sprints in leg pads, and not full pads and helmets. All around him stood his teamates, some returning, and some stepping onto this field for the first time. There wasn't a person among them wasn't drenched to the waist, most of the returning players wearing championship tshirts from the previous year, now darkened with the sweat of the beginning of this year's season. He looked over and caught Bryan Baxter's eye, and the two shared a smirk, both were sharing the same pose, sweating in a pool at their feet.
The shrill of a coach's whistle rang out, and Coach Waters strode over to the team, "What? Are you tired already? I hope not, or you're in for a long week." He looked over at Oby and Bryan, "What are you two grinning about? You think this is good fun?"
Bryan straightened, "No, Coach, it's a grimace, not a grin." Oby, and several others did their best to stiffle chuckles, and even the Coach betrayed a ghost of a smile, before regaining his stern countenance.
"You don't have anything to grimace about yet, Baxter." Coach looked up to the team and blew the whistle. "Line it up! 40 yard Bearcrawls."
With a loud, universal groan, the team milled to the goal line, and lined up in two lines, waiting for the coaches whistle, for each duo to take off, running on hands and feet, in an odd semblance of a bear running. Oby, Lucas, Biff, Sam, Bryan, Scott Sanders, and DeMarcus lined up, ready to start, and Bill groaned, "Why we do all this?"
Oby looked around at the rest of them with a cock sure grin. "Because, we need one more win than we got last year." He stated before the whistle blew, and he took off on hands and feet for the 40 yard line.
'Two-a-days' started earlier in the week. That two week stretch that every football player dreads, and loves. Two weeks of grueling workouts, twice a day, that every player knew would test them, and the coaches would make sure it would test them well. This summer was bad, with humidity and heat racing to see which could get to 100 first. Two-a-days, where everyone could look forward to learning the plays, the blocking assignments, receiving routes, defensive assignment, and more than anything else, running. Sprints, laps, bearcrawls, duckwalks, suicides, and various other inventions that the players mused were invented in the dark ages as tortures, and the coaches simply dusted off to plague the team.
Oby stood there now, panting in the heat, at the end of another set of suicides, glad that the coach only had them do the sprints in leg pads, and not full pads and helmets. All around him stood his teamates, some returning, and some stepping onto this field for the first time. There wasn't a person among them wasn't drenched to the waist, most of the returning players wearing championship tshirts from the previous year, now darkened with the sweat of the beginning of this year's season. He looked over and caught Bryan Baxter's eye, and the two shared a smirk, both were sharing the same pose, sweating in a pool at their feet.
The shrill of a coach's whistle rang out, and Coach Waters strode over to the team, "What? Are you tired already? I hope not, or you're in for a long week." He looked over at Oby and Bryan, "What are you two grinning about? You think this is good fun?"
Bryan straightened, "No, Coach, it's a grimace, not a grin." Oby, and several others did their best to stiffle chuckles, and even the Coach betrayed a ghost of a smile, before regaining his stern countenance.
"You don't have anything to grimace about yet, Baxter." Coach looked up to the team and blew the whistle. "Line it up! 40 yard Bearcrawls."
With a loud, universal groan, the team milled to the goal line, and lined up in two lines, waiting for the coaches whistle, for each duo to take off, running on hands and feet, in an odd semblance of a bear running. Oby, Lucas, Biff, Sam, Bryan, Scott Sanders, and DeMarcus lined up, ready to start, and Bill groaned, "Why we do all this?"
Oby looked around at the rest of them with a cock sure grin. "Because, we need one more win than we got last year." He stated before the whistle blew, and he took off on hands and feet for the 40 yard line.
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
Ty sat down at the end of the bench hurrying to tie his cleats. "Crap late for the first practice." Ty sighed as finished his last knot and sprinted towards the feild. "Sorry I'm late coach I had... um... hero type things to do." Coach Waters sighed. "I'm cutting you some slack because 1. Your first year on the team. 2. First practice this season. and 3. I'm just that kinda guy." Everyone who wasn't bear crawling let out a snicker or two. "Just go stretch and run 2 laps." Ty was already stretching when he finished. "Yes sir."
The only thing that makes sense is moving forward.
Oby finished the bearcrawls, looking over at the new guy, tying up his shoes, and winced slightly. If Coach was cutting him slack now...it just meant he was going to pay for it, in spades later. Some of the other guys were casting looks in his direction, not sure whether to be angry, or sympathetic with the guy. Oby figured he should break the ice a bit, and waited till Ty finished with his shoes.
"Hey, Dollar Short, let's go!" His grin split his features, "You can finish up all this with us too."
Several of the others looked at Oby curiously, and Stephen Reed, the new running back, arched a brow, "Dollar Short?"
"Yeah," Oby said, smirking back at the rest of the team, "Can't you see, he's just getting here at the end of the first day, late. So, he's a 'day late, and a..."
This got a good laugh from the rest of the team, who started in with a chorus, calling Ty over to line up for the rest of the running, calls of "Dollar Short" ringing out good naturedly.
Oby shouldered Ty companionably. "Welcome aboard, Dollar Short."
"Hey, Dollar Short, let's go!" His grin split his features, "You can finish up all this with us too."
Several of the others looked at Oby curiously, and Stephen Reed, the new running back, arched a brow, "Dollar Short?"
"Yeah," Oby said, smirking back at the rest of the team, "Can't you see, he's just getting here at the end of the first day, late. So, he's a 'day late, and a..."
This got a good laugh from the rest of the team, who started in with a chorus, calling Ty over to line up for the rest of the running, calls of "Dollar Short" ringing out good naturedly.
Oby shouldered Ty companionably. "Welcome aboard, Dollar Short."
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
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Coach Jeff Waters walked into the locker room to a sea of dejected faces. Three days had passed since the Mt. Pelon game, but the team was still stinging from the tough loss. Truthfully, he thought they’d played well. It was just that the Paladins had played a little bit better. The important thing was to get the team to put it behind them and focus on the next game.
“All right ladies…” he began, pausing for the inevitable.
“And Sam!” called out about half the team, earning a good natured smirk from the placekicker. The coach let the snickers die down before continuing.
“We’ve got three games left, and the way I figure it, we’re going to have to win all three to make the playoffs. That’ll put us at seven and three, which should be enough. I know we’re a little banged up right now, but I know you guys can do it.”
“Man, we’ve got to play Prescott still,” someone whined from the back. The Prescott Panthers were the class of the City League, still unbeaten after seven weeks. Waters didn’t want his team looking that far ahead.
“Forget Prescott. This week we’ve got the Monarchs. I want you to focus on them.”
“That’s right, you maggots,” chipped in team captain Biff Hannigan. “This week we’re going to kick a little royal butt!” This brought out a chorus of agreement from the other players, but the coach noticed Biff was looking at one person in particular as he said it. There was some bad blood brewing there, and he hoped it wouldn’t boil over before the season ended.
“Listen up,” he cut them off. “We’re not playing at home this week. We’ll be on their turf, playing in front of their fans. This might be a good thing. Maybe you’ll pay a little more attention to your routes and a little less to who’s winking at you from the sidelines.” That comment brought out a few snickers, as well as some reddened faces. Overall though, the mood in the room had been considerably lightened, and it was time to get down to business.
“Okay, first off, the injury report. Scott is still out. Lonnie is still out. And you’ll all notice that Mitchell isn’t here today.” Mitchell Wire was the team’s strong safety. He’d fought off a number of minor injuries all season, only to be felled on the weekend by a freak traffic accident. “For those of you who didn’t hear, he was hit by a car yesterday afternoon. He’s going to be okay, but he’ll be off his feet for a few weeks. That means he’s gone for the rest of the season.”
“But he’ll be back for the playoffs!” That was Lucas Alexander, throwing out a positive comment as he usually did, bringing out a stream of “Yeahs!” and “You bets!” from the other players.
“Good call, Lucas. But that means if you guys want to see Mitchell on the field again this season, you’re going to have to make sure the season lasts longer than three games, right? And with both our starting safeties out, that means someone’s going to have to step up in the secondary.”
“We’re getting pretty thin back here, coach.”
“I know, Kasim, but we’ll have to make do. Plus, we’ve got a new kid trying out today. Let’s see what he can do.” Looking over at the clock, the coach decided it was time to get things moving. “You girls can run laps while I talk to him. Alright c’mon, let’s get moving. Who are we?”
“FLYERS!”
“Alright, lets go!”
“All right ladies…” he began, pausing for the inevitable.
“And Sam!” called out about half the team, earning a good natured smirk from the placekicker. The coach let the snickers die down before continuing.
“We’ve got three games left, and the way I figure it, we’re going to have to win all three to make the playoffs. That’ll put us at seven and three, which should be enough. I know we’re a little banged up right now, but I know you guys can do it.”
“Man, we’ve got to play Prescott still,” someone whined from the back. The Prescott Panthers were the class of the City League, still unbeaten after seven weeks. Waters didn’t want his team looking that far ahead.
“Forget Prescott. This week we’ve got the Monarchs. I want you to focus on them.”
“That’s right, you maggots,” chipped in team captain Biff Hannigan. “This week we’re going to kick a little royal butt!” This brought out a chorus of agreement from the other players, but the coach noticed Biff was looking at one person in particular as he said it. There was some bad blood brewing there, and he hoped it wouldn’t boil over before the season ended.
“Listen up,” he cut them off. “We’re not playing at home this week. We’ll be on their turf, playing in front of their fans. This might be a good thing. Maybe you’ll pay a little more attention to your routes and a little less to who’s winking at you from the sidelines.” That comment brought out a few snickers, as well as some reddened faces. Overall though, the mood in the room had been considerably lightened, and it was time to get down to business.
“Okay, first off, the injury report. Scott is still out. Lonnie is still out. And you’ll all notice that Mitchell isn’t here today.” Mitchell Wire was the team’s strong safety. He’d fought off a number of minor injuries all season, only to be felled on the weekend by a freak traffic accident. “For those of you who didn’t hear, he was hit by a car yesterday afternoon. He’s going to be okay, but he’ll be off his feet for a few weeks. That means he’s gone for the rest of the season.”
“But he’ll be back for the playoffs!” That was Lucas Alexander, throwing out a positive comment as he usually did, bringing out a stream of “Yeahs!” and “You bets!” from the other players.
“Good call, Lucas. But that means if you guys want to see Mitchell on the field again this season, you’re going to have to make sure the season lasts longer than three games, right? And with both our starting safeties out, that means someone’s going to have to step up in the secondary.”
“We’re getting pretty thin back here, coach.”
“I know, Kasim, but we’ll have to make do. Plus, we’ve got a new kid trying out today. Let’s see what he can do.” Looking over at the clock, the coach decided it was time to get things moving. “You girls can run laps while I talk to him. Alright c’mon, let’s get moving. Who are we?”
“FLYERS!”
“Alright, lets go!”
Alone in my solitude, alone in a crowd,
Alone with my silence, but my silence is loud.
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Noah stood on the sidelines, making sure his gear was straight. The other players running through their practice. Noah watched Ty and Bryan especially close. They were good, that was for sure. While he watched he felt someone standing behind him. He turned around to see Biff standing there looking at him.
"You're the last person I expected to see here" Biff said, "You better step up your game if you expect to play on my Defense"
"Don't worry Biff, you already know I can take a lot of punishment" Noah said with a smile as he pulled his helmet over his face, "Imagine what I can dish out"
Biff nodded with a slight grin, "Alright pretty boy, lets see it"
"Ryder! Lets see what ya got!" Coach waters shouted.
Noah ran out to his position at Strong Safety and set in place. The ball snaped, and the chaos of the field insued. The recievers were fast, and cut their routes like a razor. The quarterback moved quick in the pocket despite his size, and damn if he didn't hurl that ball like he was launching a shuttle into space. Noah and Stephen had their issues, but on the field his presence demanded respect. The first play unfolded, and Noah was left in the dust.
Biffed walked by Noah, bumping into him on purpose, "I ain't impressed yet rook"
"C'mon Noah" He thought to himself, "They're good, but don't give em too much respect. Theres a weakness somewhere, you just have to find it. The quarterback throws bullets, but you can catch em. The recievers are fast, but the faster they run, the harder you can hit em"
Noah settled in again, his eyes scanned over the Offense like a predator looking for the weakest of the herd. The ball snapped....
"You're the last person I expected to see here" Biff said, "You better step up your game if you expect to play on my Defense"
"Don't worry Biff, you already know I can take a lot of punishment" Noah said with a smile as he pulled his helmet over his face, "Imagine what I can dish out"
Biff nodded with a slight grin, "Alright pretty boy, lets see it"
"Ryder! Lets see what ya got!" Coach waters shouted.
Noah ran out to his position at Strong Safety and set in place. The ball snaped, and the chaos of the field insued. The recievers were fast, and cut their routes like a razor. The quarterback moved quick in the pocket despite his size, and damn if he didn't hurl that ball like he was launching a shuttle into space. Noah and Stephen had their issues, but on the field his presence demanded respect. The first play unfolded, and Noah was left in the dust.
Biffed walked by Noah, bumping into him on purpose, "I ain't impressed yet rook"
"C'mon Noah" He thought to himself, "They're good, but don't give em too much respect. Theres a weakness somewhere, you just have to find it. The quarterback throws bullets, but you can catch em. The recievers are fast, but the faster they run, the harder you can hit em"
Noah settled in again, his eyes scanned over the Offense like a predator looking for the weakest of the herd. The ball snapped....
Ty sprinted down the field trying not to look at Noah. He slanted and watched for the ball. Stephen had quite the arm, but still Scott was the better QB. As the ball left his arm Ty knew it was otherthrown. Ty bent down and jump for all that he was worth. Missing the ball by only a few inches, it sailed right into the arms of Noah Ryder. Ty hit the ground with a thud, and watched Noah's amazing return for a defensive touchdown. Ty immediately got up and ran for Noah. "Nice interception, dude." Ty high fived the safety. Noah gave Ty a grin. "Toldja I was good."
The only thing that makes sense is moving forward.
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Double-Cross
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"What the Hell was that Cloud!" Coach Waters shouted as he grabbed Ty by the facemask, "You have to go get the ball, it's not gonna come to you!"
"C'mon Ty" Noah said as they moved back into the lineup, "I know you got more then that...lets see it"
"Alright" Ty said with a smile, "Remember...you asked for it"
"Duely Noted" Noah said with a grin
The ball snapped and Ty took off, Noah looked for an opportunity. A short pass hit Ty in the numbers. Noah closed in, and was met with a juke that almost made Noah hit the ground. Nigel stuck to him, dragging him to the ground.
"Well?" Ty said as he moved back to the line
"Dude, I think I left my shoe over there" referring to the Juke
"I'll keep an eye out for it" Ty said with a laugh
They ran a few more plays, as the Halfback ran the ball right up the middle, often meeting with Biff. Nigel was impressive at Corner, his skills at sticking to his man were amazing. The kind of corner that the QB prays before throwing it in that direction.
The ball snapped again, and everyone ran, and hit, and pushed an a sea of grunts. Noah saw Aiken running a slant up the middle. Noah left a good cushion, he wanted him to think he was open. He saw Aiken's hand raise to signal the QB, and Noah moved in. The ball sailed in a perfect spiral towards the reciever.
This part is what Noah lived for. He was the kind of guy that didn't care if he killed himself, as long as there were snot bubbles coming out of the other guys helmet. Noah charged full speed, never slowing or hesitating, and just as the ball touched Aiken's fingertips...
*THWAP*
Noah's body was almost horizontal when he hit Aiken, and the sound of the hit echoed as both their bodies twisted in the air before hitting the ground. The ball landed on the ground beside them. A wave of "Oooo" came from the other players, and the whistle blew.
"Dear god in heaven Ryder!" Coach shouted, "This is just practice, you trying to kill my players!"
"Sorry coach" Noah said
"Don't be sorry, are you crazy!" Coach said, "Just save those for the "Other Guys!""
They went to line up again, and Biff ran over headbutting his helmet into Noah's.
"Thats what I'm talkin about Pretty Boy!" Biff shouted
"C'mon Ty" Noah said as they moved back into the lineup, "I know you got more then that...lets see it"
"Alright" Ty said with a smile, "Remember...you asked for it"
"Duely Noted" Noah said with a grin
The ball snapped and Ty took off, Noah looked for an opportunity. A short pass hit Ty in the numbers. Noah closed in, and was met with a juke that almost made Noah hit the ground. Nigel stuck to him, dragging him to the ground.
"Well?" Ty said as he moved back to the line
"Dude, I think I left my shoe over there" referring to the Juke
"I'll keep an eye out for it" Ty said with a laugh
They ran a few more plays, as the Halfback ran the ball right up the middle, often meeting with Biff. Nigel was impressive at Corner, his skills at sticking to his man were amazing. The kind of corner that the QB prays before throwing it in that direction.
The ball snapped again, and everyone ran, and hit, and pushed an a sea of grunts. Noah saw Aiken running a slant up the middle. Noah left a good cushion, he wanted him to think he was open. He saw Aiken's hand raise to signal the QB, and Noah moved in. The ball sailed in a perfect spiral towards the reciever.
This part is what Noah lived for. He was the kind of guy that didn't care if he killed himself, as long as there were snot bubbles coming out of the other guys helmet. Noah charged full speed, never slowing or hesitating, and just as the ball touched Aiken's fingertips...
*THWAP*
Noah's body was almost horizontal when he hit Aiken, and the sound of the hit echoed as both their bodies twisted in the air before hitting the ground. The ball landed on the ground beside them. A wave of "Oooo" came from the other players, and the whistle blew.
"Dear god in heaven Ryder!" Coach shouted, "This is just practice, you trying to kill my players!"
"Sorry coach" Noah said
"Don't be sorry, are you crazy!" Coach said, "Just save those for the "Other Guys!""
They went to line up again, and Biff ran over headbutting his helmet into Noah's.
"Thats what I'm talkin about Pretty Boy!" Biff shouted
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Omega Charge
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Miguel walked back to the huddle and grinned to himself. That new kid can really deliver a hit, I wonder if he can take one. Miguel had had a fairly quiet season so far. His mother's illness, a new school, new team and new coach had him off is game. Maybe this was an opportunity to show what he could do. Everyone knew the team was having trouble blocking, but if they had the QB roll out to his side and maybe ran behind him a little...
Three plays later the big 6'3" tight end had his chance. Stephen threw a wide receiver screen to Bryan, who turned to run up field. Noah had a clear bead on him and it looked like Bryan was about to be sorry he caught the ball. But Miguel had already had a full head of steam, he knifed in between Bryan and Noah aiming his shoulder straight for the new guy’s chest…
Three plays later the big 6'3" tight end had his chance. Stephen threw a wide receiver screen to Bryan, who turned to run up field. Noah had a clear bead on him and it looked like Bryan was about to be sorry he caught the ball. But Miguel had already had a full head of steam, he knifed in between Bryan and Noah aiming his shoulder straight for the new guy’s chest…
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Double-Cross
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Noah saw Miguel in just enough time to lower his own shoulders before the hit.
*BOOM*
They hit each other like two frieght trains running into each other, the sound echoing across the field. Bryan ran past them, probably thankful that Miguel had made it in time.
Noah layed there for a minute, with the breath out of him, "Damn that kid hits hard" he thought to himself. Noah prided himself on being a hard hitting, and fearless tackler. Of course, he also respected that quality the most in other players.
Miguel got back to his feet first and offered Noah a hand back up. Noah grabbed his hand and Miguel help pull him back to his feet. They both had ear to ear smiles on their faces.
"Anyone get the number of that bus!" Noah shouted with a laugh.
The team laughed, as Noah gave Miguel's helmet a pat
"Way to get there Miguel!" Coach shouted smiling at the two boys, "I swear, you guys keep hitting like that and we'll be alright...or you'll kill each other first"
*BOOM*
They hit each other like two frieght trains running into each other, the sound echoing across the field. Bryan ran past them, probably thankful that Miguel had made it in time.
Noah layed there for a minute, with the breath out of him, "Damn that kid hits hard" he thought to himself. Noah prided himself on being a hard hitting, and fearless tackler. Of course, he also respected that quality the most in other players.
Miguel got back to his feet first and offered Noah a hand back up. Noah grabbed his hand and Miguel help pull him back to his feet. They both had ear to ear smiles on their faces.
"Anyone get the number of that bus!" Noah shouted with a laugh.
The team laughed, as Noah gave Miguel's helmet a pat
"Way to get there Miguel!" Coach shouted smiling at the two boys, "I swear, you guys keep hitting like that and we'll be alright...or you'll kill each other first"