Stasi jumped up and cheered, stomping her feet.
"Go, Flyers! Go, Ty! Run, you jerk! Run!"
"Stasi!"
"What!? Run, Ty, run!"
The dark haired girl pushed at her, making her sway. "Get your elbow out of my face!"
"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry." She tried to shuffle sideways but it was awful crowded where she was. Her face was aching and her voice was already started to hoarse out. She started to laugh as Ty did the funky chicken on the field.
Suddenly everybody was on their feet, yelling. "Hey? What?" She couldn't figure out what was going on. She jumped up and down like a spring, trying to look.
"It doesn't count! They're saying it doesn't count! Hey, get a real ref down there! This one's blind!" The other girl had both her hands cupped, as if that was going to help over the roar of the agitated fans.
Stasis had already launched the ice ball before she thought about it. "Stupid jerks!" she yelled. "That was in!"
"This isn't baseball, you nutcase." The guy on her other side cuffed her up the back of her head. "This is football. There is no 'in'."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Ty totally got ripped off on that." She cupped her hands too. "Get a real ref! Foul!"
THE HOMECOMING GAME
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Re: THE HOMECOMING GAME
FOURTH QUARTER
The Mustang's defence was still unstoppable, and after three plays, St. Joe’s was forced to punt. Just two short plays later, the Mustangs were again in the end zone on a nice fade pattern to finally take the lead, 23-22.
As the night wore on, the temperature dropped slightly but no one seemed to notice. Stasis sat amongst her peers Eddie, Artie, Ves, with Nix and Nova and scores of others close by, all decked in blue and white. Sitting was subjective, as the entire section had been on their feet nearly the entire game. Their overconfidence about an upcoming win was starting to waver slightly, but still they cheered. As the Flyer’s offence headed back onto the field, they started a chant.
"S-J-S! S-J-S!" Hadrian whistled using his two fingers in the corners of his mouth.
As if feeding off the rally, Reed connected on a 32 yard pass to Zack Aiken, bringing the ball to just inside Mustang territory. Unfortunately, the next three plays yielded no yardage and Bill Harrison was called in to punt yet again. Westfield’s Jeremy Shannon delivered another good return, putting the Mustangs back into striking distance. The smattering of Westfield fans in attendance erupted in cheers as Anderson led his offence back onto the field. Unwilling to surrender anymore points, Coach Waters made a quick decision and turned to his bench.
"Barlow! You're back in. I'm warning you this- you screw up again? I'll bust you down so low on this team you'll be looking up to the water boy, you hear me?"
In response to the Westfield cheers, the Saint Joseph’s band started to play the Flyers Fight Song, the students again joining in while "GO FLYERS!" could be heard from those not privy to the lyrics.
As expected, Anderson again went to the air, looking for a quick score to pad his team’s narrow lead. Quick passes to Booker and Moore moved them into scoring range. Everyone knew what was coming when the Mustangs brought out a five receiver set for the next play. Taking the snap, the Westfield pivot dropped back in the pocket and looked for an open man. Spotting #83 Davis Terrel in the end zone, he fired off a perfect pass…
… and was picked off! St. Joseph’s #27 made the best of his second chance with a spectacular one handed grab, then added to it by running the ball back an incredible 40 yards. Nigel celebrated by kissing two fingertips and pointing to Kara Evans in the crowd who cheered and hugged her nearby brother Michael.
With time winding down, the Stephen Reed and the Flyer’s offence wasted no time getting back to work. Consecutive passes to Baxter and Dubois both moved the sticks, then Reed himself ran the ball to the 39, putting the Flyers in possible field goal range. The Mustang defence bore down after that, and when fourth down came up, Coach Waters sent out his kicking team.
Sam Douglas knocked helmets with Bryan Baxter for luck before taking to the field. Taking position, she scanned the stands for familiar faces, smiling as she found Eddie’s. Then came the snap, Reed positioning the ball perfectly- laces out. The soccer style kick sailed into the air seconds before she was tackled by the Mustang’s Quinten Gates. The Flyer’s # 7 had to watch the ball sail through the cross-bars from the ground. Douglas put her fist in the air before being helped to her feet by teammate Lucas Alexander, walking it off as the Flyers took back the lead, 25 to 23.
But the Mustangs were not about to give up, not without another fight. With less than a minute on the clock, Anderson tossed a halfback pass to AJ Moncrief. The crowd hissed and hollered as Moncrief made his way past most of the defence, with Biff Hannigan hot on his heels. Hannigan managed to take the running back down, but not before he reached the 32 yard line, putting the Mustangs in field goal range.
"BLOCK THAT KICK!" The cheer squad chanted, and soon nearly the entire stadium joined in. "BLOCK THAT KICK!"
Westfield sent in kicker Steve Christopher, the Flyer fans making as much noise as possible. As the clock near hit zero, Christopher lined up for the kick. The crowd held its collective breath, some of the St. Joes students hanging onto the stadium seats or people in front of them. The Mustangs set the ball in motion, snapping it back and setting the ball on the ground as the kicker took his three steps and wound up. Out of seemingly nowhere, William Briggs made a dive over his teammates and managed to tip the ball just as it left Christopher's foot. The stadium momentarily seemed quiet enough that some would swear the pigskin could actually be heard as it thumped down into the grass. The whistles blew, the buzzers sounded and the crowd spilled onto the field.
FINAL SCORE:
FLYERS 25
MUSTANGS 23
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The Mustang's defence was still unstoppable, and after three plays, St. Joe’s was forced to punt. Just two short plays later, the Mustangs were again in the end zone on a nice fade pattern to finally take the lead, 23-22.
As the night wore on, the temperature dropped slightly but no one seemed to notice. Stasis sat amongst her peers Eddie, Artie, Ves, with Nix and Nova and scores of others close by, all decked in blue and white. Sitting was subjective, as the entire section had been on their feet nearly the entire game. Their overconfidence about an upcoming win was starting to waver slightly, but still they cheered. As the Flyer’s offence headed back onto the field, they started a chant.
"S-J-S! S-J-S!" Hadrian whistled using his two fingers in the corners of his mouth.
As if feeding off the rally, Reed connected on a 32 yard pass to Zack Aiken, bringing the ball to just inside Mustang territory. Unfortunately, the next three plays yielded no yardage and Bill Harrison was called in to punt yet again. Westfield’s Jeremy Shannon delivered another good return, putting the Mustangs back into striking distance. The smattering of Westfield fans in attendance erupted in cheers as Anderson led his offence back onto the field. Unwilling to surrender anymore points, Coach Waters made a quick decision and turned to his bench.
"Barlow! You're back in. I'm warning you this- you screw up again? I'll bust you down so low on this team you'll be looking up to the water boy, you hear me?"
In response to the Westfield cheers, the Saint Joseph’s band started to play the Flyers Fight Song, the students again joining in while "GO FLYERS!" could be heard from those not privy to the lyrics.
As expected, Anderson again went to the air, looking for a quick score to pad his team’s narrow lead. Quick passes to Booker and Moore moved them into scoring range. Everyone knew what was coming when the Mustangs brought out a five receiver set for the next play. Taking the snap, the Westfield pivot dropped back in the pocket and looked for an open man. Spotting #83 Davis Terrel in the end zone, he fired off a perfect pass…
… and was picked off! St. Joseph’s #27 made the best of his second chance with a spectacular one handed grab, then added to it by running the ball back an incredible 40 yards. Nigel celebrated by kissing two fingertips and pointing to Kara Evans in the crowd who cheered and hugged her nearby brother Michael.
With time winding down, the Stephen Reed and the Flyer’s offence wasted no time getting back to work. Consecutive passes to Baxter and Dubois both moved the sticks, then Reed himself ran the ball to the 39, putting the Flyers in possible field goal range. The Mustang defence bore down after that, and when fourth down came up, Coach Waters sent out his kicking team.
Sam Douglas knocked helmets with Bryan Baxter for luck before taking to the field. Taking position, she scanned the stands for familiar faces, smiling as she found Eddie’s. Then came the snap, Reed positioning the ball perfectly- laces out. The soccer style kick sailed into the air seconds before she was tackled by the Mustang’s Quinten Gates. The Flyer’s # 7 had to watch the ball sail through the cross-bars from the ground. Douglas put her fist in the air before being helped to her feet by teammate Lucas Alexander, walking it off as the Flyers took back the lead, 25 to 23.
But the Mustangs were not about to give up, not without another fight. With less than a minute on the clock, Anderson tossed a halfback pass to AJ Moncrief. The crowd hissed and hollered as Moncrief made his way past most of the defence, with Biff Hannigan hot on his heels. Hannigan managed to take the running back down, but not before he reached the 32 yard line, putting the Mustangs in field goal range.
"BLOCK THAT KICK!" The cheer squad chanted, and soon nearly the entire stadium joined in. "BLOCK THAT KICK!"
Westfield sent in kicker Steve Christopher, the Flyer fans making as much noise as possible. As the clock near hit zero, Christopher lined up for the kick. The crowd held its collective breath, some of the St. Joes students hanging onto the stadium seats or people in front of them. The Mustangs set the ball in motion, snapping it back and setting the ball on the ground as the kicker took his three steps and wound up. Out of seemingly nowhere, William Briggs made a dive over his teammates and managed to tip the ball just as it left Christopher's foot. The stadium momentarily seemed quiet enough that some would swear the pigskin could actually be heard as it thumped down into the grass. The whistles blew, the buzzers sounded and the crowd spilled onto the field.
FINAL SCORE:
FLYERS 25
MUSTANGS 23
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Stasi threw her arms around the closest person, which turned out to be Nennya and jumped up and down to the roar of the screaming fans.
"We won! We won! Didja see Nigel?! WE WON! GO, FLYERS!"
"We won! We won! Didja see Nigel?! WE WON! GO, FLYERS!"
"So pay attention to me; I don't talk for my health."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
"Rah rah rah! Rah rah rah!"
The noise was absolutely deafening. Portia waved the little blue and white flag in her hands, but all she could think about was the stands collapsing under all the weight. And not just hers, obviously: the risers were packed.
But time and again, the crowd would start to stomp and cheer, and Portia Lynn Baxter just kept thinking about the riser's supports buckling, and hundreds of people falling a few dozen feet.
"C'mon, Salt!" shouted Vesper into Portia's ear. She had to shout, to be heard above the war-cries of organized sports. "We won! Show a little spirit!"
"I have plenty of spirit. I'm just worried about keeping that spirit in my body, as opposed to them parting ways in a structural catastrophe," Portia replied, still staring nervously at the stands.
"Well, then stand up! Clap! Cheer! Stomp!"
"Pepper, stomping is completely out of the question!"
For a moment, the two girls, as opposite in appearance as night and day, just stared at each other. Then Vesper started to laugh, and Portia was coaxed to her feet.
"Yeah! Go Flyers!"
For the moment, the fate of the risers was forgotten.
The noise was absolutely deafening. Portia waved the little blue and white flag in her hands, but all she could think about was the stands collapsing under all the weight. And not just hers, obviously: the risers were packed.
But time and again, the crowd would start to stomp and cheer, and Portia Lynn Baxter just kept thinking about the riser's supports buckling, and hundreds of people falling a few dozen feet.
"C'mon, Salt!" shouted Vesper into Portia's ear. She had to shout, to be heard above the war-cries of organized sports. "We won! Show a little spirit!"
"I have plenty of spirit. I'm just worried about keeping that spirit in my body, as opposed to them parting ways in a structural catastrophe," Portia replied, still staring nervously at the stands.
"Well, then stand up! Clap! Cheer! Stomp!"
"Pepper, stomping is completely out of the question!"
For a moment, the two girls, as opposite in appearance as night and day, just stared at each other. Then Vesper started to laugh, and Portia was coaxed to her feet.
"Yeah! Go Flyers!"
For the moment, the fate of the risers was forgotten.
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Diyar was on his feet in jubilation.
Why, he had no idea. All he knew was someone had stopped the other team from scoring by intercepting the ball. All he could see was the number on the front of the jersey before the player ran past.
Barlow.
I don't believe it! Diyar thought. He started shouting with the rest of the crowd, "Go Nigel!!"
Diyar and Myshka were standing the rest of the game, Myshka wrapped in his...no, Jacob's...Seacliff jacket in the chilly night. He couldn't help but think his friend was here too, cheering on Stephen and the Flyers unseen. He looked down, spotting Brianna, unable to hear the cheers she and the rest of the squad were trying to lead. Finally, the cheers reached higher up in the stands, and they joined in.
Sam scored! Diyar was shouting again.
Then, it was the end of the game. There was no time on the clock left. A steady chant flowed through the stands, and Diyar had to nudge Myshka to remind her to breathe. The ball went back. It was in the air. There was a hush in the crowd. Myshka covered her eyes...
And it was over. The crowd was wild, surging forward onto the field, so that Diyar and Myshka could do nothing but go with the flow, smiles plastered on their faces. He looked up to the scoreboard, and sighed, relieved. They won! Chants rose and fell, and Diyar was hugging classmates in joy.
Sure...it wasn't the good ol' red and silver of Seacliff.
But it sure felt like home.
Diyar threw his arms around Myshka, pulling her close. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Diyar leaned in, kissing her squarely on the lips. She tensed up in surprise, and then relaxed, kissing him back, a small smile playing over her face.
Yeah...it was good to be home.
Why, he had no idea. All he knew was someone had stopped the other team from scoring by intercepting the ball. All he could see was the number on the front of the jersey before the player ran past.
Barlow.
I don't believe it! Diyar thought. He started shouting with the rest of the crowd, "Go Nigel!!"
Diyar and Myshka were standing the rest of the game, Myshka wrapped in his...no, Jacob's...Seacliff jacket in the chilly night. He couldn't help but think his friend was here too, cheering on Stephen and the Flyers unseen. He looked down, spotting Brianna, unable to hear the cheers she and the rest of the squad were trying to lead. Finally, the cheers reached higher up in the stands, and they joined in.
Sam scored! Diyar was shouting again.
Then, it was the end of the game. There was no time on the clock left. A steady chant flowed through the stands, and Diyar had to nudge Myshka to remind her to breathe. The ball went back. It was in the air. There was a hush in the crowd. Myshka covered her eyes...
And it was over. The crowd was wild, surging forward onto the field, so that Diyar and Myshka could do nothing but go with the flow, smiles plastered on their faces. He looked up to the scoreboard, and sighed, relieved. They won! Chants rose and fell, and Diyar was hugging classmates in joy.
Sure...it wasn't the good ol' red and silver of Seacliff.
But it sure felt like home.
Diyar threw his arms around Myshka, pulling her close. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Diyar leaned in, kissing her squarely on the lips. She tensed up in surprise, and then relaxed, kissing him back, a small smile playing over her face.
Yeah...it was good to be home.
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Stephen threw his hands in the air when the buzzers sounded out, ending the game. He pulled off his helmet and yelled into the crowd, expressing his pride for his team's victory. His team. The Flyers.
He wasted no time in marching into the middle of the field with the rest of the team. He passed Ty who was jumping up and down crazily and gave him a rough pat on the back. The other boy kept bouncing and dancing as the spectators from the stands caught up and began swarming the victorious players in Blue and White. Stephen laughed and threw his fist in the air. Turning around, he saw Bri grinning and walking towards him over the heads of the people that he was surrounded by. He pushed through the crowd in her direction.
He wasted no time in marching into the middle of the field with the rest of the team. He passed Ty who was jumping up and down crazily and gave him a rough pat on the back. The other boy kept bouncing and dancing as the spectators from the stands caught up and began swarming the victorious players in Blue and White. Stephen laughed and threw his fist in the air. Turning around, he saw Bri grinning and walking towards him over the heads of the people that he was surrounded by. He pushed through the crowd in her direction.
"I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, his greatest fulfillment of all he holds dear, is the moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."
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Sam's hands were clenched white-knuckled from the time the play started until the buzzer sounded, but she didn't notice. The second that it did she threw both of her hands in the air in victory, quickly bringing her left arm back protectively over her side. There'd be bruises, but she didn't care. We won! We won! We won!
She held up a number one sign on her right hand, joining her team on the field. Bryan was showboating - demonstrating a few Bruce-Lee like moves until one of his teammates grabbed him in a tackle-hug. Sam laughed as she watched Biff Hannigan and Bill Briggs douse the Coach in a Gatorade bath. He took it in stride, shaking out his ballcap and vowing they'd pay all the while grinning ear-to-ear. Even her mock nemesis Frank was ecstatic, hoisting her up one armed as the crowd from the stadium hit the field turning the green into a sea of blue and white.
WE WON!
She held up a number one sign on her right hand, joining her team on the field. Bryan was showboating - demonstrating a few Bruce-Lee like moves until one of his teammates grabbed him in a tackle-hug. Sam laughed as she watched Biff Hannigan and Bill Briggs douse the Coach in a Gatorade bath. He took it in stride, shaking out his ballcap and vowing they'd pay all the while grinning ear-to-ear. Even her mock nemesis Frank was ecstatic, hoisting her up one armed as the crowd from the stadium hit the field turning the green into a sea of blue and white.
WE WON!
TGIF -Tanks Go In First
"Miss Douglas, we know about the nuts."
"Sam's the most amazing gamer EVER, and I love her footwear." - Laurel Fitte
"Miss Douglas, we know about the nuts."
"Sam's the most amazing gamer EVER, and I love her footwear." - Laurel Fitte
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Bri grinned at Stephen as he pressed through the crowd. The cheers and victory yells were defeaning, but it didn't matter. They had won! All around her, her classmates were celebrating. Hugs, playful jabs at each other. Bri laughed as she reached Stephen and he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off her feet. He was sweaty and covered in grass and dirt, but it didn't matter. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He had led his team to victory and she had cheered him on. As Bri broke the kiss, Stephen flashed that million dollar smile of his. Bri smiled back and raised her fist into the air, sending her voice out over the crowd.
"GO FLYERS!!"
"GO FLYERS!!"
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Here is a look at the Flyer's 2007 schedule and results to date:
Week 1 - at Vista Heights Bulldogs (win 24-20)
Week 2 - at Georgia Reynolds Eagles (loss 40-33)
Week 3 - at Saint Augustine Friars (loss 23-13)
Week 4 - at Jon Thomas Dye Marauders (win 14-10)
Week 5 - vs. Westfield Mustangs (win 25-23)
Week 6 - vs. Templeton Titans
Week 7 - vs. Mt. Pelon Paladins
Week 8 - at High Park Monarchs
Week 9 - vs. Jaynestown Hawks
Week 10 - vs. Prescott Panthers
Current record: 3 wins, 2 losses
- the Saint Joseph's Flier sports desk
Week 1 - at Vista Heights Bulldogs (win 24-20)
Week 2 - at Georgia Reynolds Eagles (loss 40-33)
Week 3 - at Saint Augustine Friars (loss 23-13)
Week 4 - at Jon Thomas Dye Marauders (win 14-10)
Week 5 - vs. Westfield Mustangs (win 25-23)
Week 6 - vs. Templeton Titans
Week 7 - vs. Mt. Pelon Paladins
Week 8 - at High Park Monarchs
Week 9 - vs. Jaynestown Hawks
Week 10 - vs. Prescott Panthers
Current record: 3 wins, 2 losses
- the Saint Joseph's Flier sports desk
Alone in my solitude, alone in a crowd,
Alone with my silence, but my silence is loud.