Bri grinned back at her friend with a twinkle in her eye. "Uh huh. Nothing at all." It wasn't like she herself wasn't focused on one guy. She waved and smiled to Stephen as he took the field, trying her best to look ethusiastic, to send some encouragement his way. He winked at her from behind his facemask.
"Reed! Flirt on your own time! Get your head in the game!"
Bri nearly covered her face in her pom poms as Stephen trotted out onto the field, the coach grimacing from the sidelines. She looked over at Ingrid who was smirking back. "Nothing at all, Ingrid."
Flyers vs. Paladins, November 30th
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Stasis Kiss
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"Shit, this is horrible! What the hell are they doing out there? C'mon you pansies, get moving! My fingernails are growing over here!"
Stasis shoved Jester with her shoulder, making the other girl rock on the bench. "Shut up! Heyla, we're doing okay! We'll get a home run yet."
"Stas, you're messed up. Can we go home now? It's too damned cold to be out here watching this cockup." The brunette stamped her feet as if to make a point, pulling the grey wool blanket tighter around her shoulders. The domino makeup was a little smeared, one dark eye looking out morosely. In contrast, the pale blonde was in a tshirt and jeans despite the month, leaning forward from excitement.
"Oh, c'mon, you love it and you spend too much time in your quad doing god knows what anyways." Stas cupped her hands and hollered over the heads in front of her. "C'mon Nigel! Wherever you are, you can do it! I got money on this! Pulverize the Peons!"
Stasis shoved Jester with her shoulder, making the other girl rock on the bench. "Shut up! Heyla, we're doing okay! We'll get a home run yet."
"Stas, you're messed up. Can we go home now? It's too damned cold to be out here watching this cockup." The brunette stamped her feet as if to make a point, pulling the grey wool blanket tighter around her shoulders. The domino makeup was a little smeared, one dark eye looking out morosely. In contrast, the pale blonde was in a tshirt and jeans despite the month, leaning forward from excitement.
"Oh, c'mon, you love it and you spend too much time in your quad doing god knows what anyways." Stas cupped her hands and hollered over the heads in front of her. "C'mon Nigel! Wherever you are, you can do it! I got money on this! Pulverize the Peons!"
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"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."
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Rudi MacKenzie
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Re: Flyers vs. Paladins, November 30th
FOURTH QUARTER
Ty Cloud had received a punt and been tackled at the Flyers 48 yard line when the coach blew the whistle, calling his last time out of the game.
"This is it!" he told them. Until that point, the quarter had remained scoreless, neither team being able to edge the other over the midfield stripe. Harrison and Kinney were spot on with their punts, neither kicker falling short of the teens. The score was still 13-9, and the clock was winding down. "We've managed to get three field goals off them, but unless we get the ball in the end zone, this whole fight was for nothing! I know you're tired. It's the eleventh hour, the two minute warning. So you take how tired and how frustrated you are, you suck it up, and you use it to drive you into the end zone. You hear me? This game, it's not theirs, don't back down! Don't you give it to them!" He tapped Reed on the helmet with his clipboard and jogged off the field.
The band started the fight song, and the crowd made some noise to support their hometown heroes as the Flyer’s #1 called for the play.
"Red-Thirteen! Red-Thirteen! Hut-hut!" He faked a handoff to Argillo, spinning around to fake hand it to Richie Anderson who high-tailed to the thirty. Reed held tight to the ball as he ran it himself to the thirty two yard line sliding feet first and getting the first down. The offensive line scrambled to take their positions, determined to make as many driving plays as they could to get into the end zone before the clock wound down.
"Red Forty-One! Red Forty-One! Hut!" This time the quarterback really handed the ball to Argillo, spinning around to fake to Anderson, but both Argillo and Reed were tackled almost at the handoff point. Once again the team scrambled for position, watching the numbers on the clock hover above 30.
"Blue Nineteen! Blue Nineteen!" Same play, same result. No first down. They were in field goal range, but with twenty seconds on the clock, 3 more points would still mean a loss. Reed lined them up for one last play.
"Red One-One! Red One-One!" he called as the Coach stood clenching his clipboard on the sidelines. The play set in motion. Reed faked a handoff to Anderson then took a few steps back, looking for options. A flash of movement caught his eye and he let the ball fly. As it left his fingertips, he was downed by defensive lineman Christopher Cortez.
In the end zone, Bryan Baxter broke away from Paladin’s cornerback Thomas Clark as the ball was thrown. Leaping into the air, the crowd went nuts as the ball sailed into his outstretched hands, barely being held by his fingertips. But his elation at the catch was short lived. Before his feet could touch the ground, the receiver was slammed mid-air from the back by defensive tackle Jim Winthrop. Both players fell forward, Baxter holding tight to the ball even with the force of the blow, as his body hit the ground. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he realized he'd been knocked out of the end zone. The buzzer hit zero.
FINAL SCORE:
PALADINS 13
FLYERS 9
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Ty Cloud had received a punt and been tackled at the Flyers 48 yard line when the coach blew the whistle, calling his last time out of the game.
"This is it!" he told them. Until that point, the quarter had remained scoreless, neither team being able to edge the other over the midfield stripe. Harrison and Kinney were spot on with their punts, neither kicker falling short of the teens. The score was still 13-9, and the clock was winding down. "We've managed to get three field goals off them, but unless we get the ball in the end zone, this whole fight was for nothing! I know you're tired. It's the eleventh hour, the two minute warning. So you take how tired and how frustrated you are, you suck it up, and you use it to drive you into the end zone. You hear me? This game, it's not theirs, don't back down! Don't you give it to them!" He tapped Reed on the helmet with his clipboard and jogged off the field.
The band started the fight song, and the crowd made some noise to support their hometown heroes as the Flyer’s #1 called for the play.
"Red-Thirteen! Red-Thirteen! Hut-hut!" He faked a handoff to Argillo, spinning around to fake hand it to Richie Anderson who high-tailed to the thirty. Reed held tight to the ball as he ran it himself to the thirty two yard line sliding feet first and getting the first down. The offensive line scrambled to take their positions, determined to make as many driving plays as they could to get into the end zone before the clock wound down.
"Red Forty-One! Red Forty-One! Hut!" This time the quarterback really handed the ball to Argillo, spinning around to fake to Anderson, but both Argillo and Reed were tackled almost at the handoff point. Once again the team scrambled for position, watching the numbers on the clock hover above 30.
"Blue Nineteen! Blue Nineteen!" Same play, same result. No first down. They were in field goal range, but with twenty seconds on the clock, 3 more points would still mean a loss. Reed lined them up for one last play.
"Red One-One! Red One-One!" he called as the Coach stood clenching his clipboard on the sidelines. The play set in motion. Reed faked a handoff to Anderson then took a few steps back, looking for options. A flash of movement caught his eye and he let the ball fly. As it left his fingertips, he was downed by defensive lineman Christopher Cortez.
In the end zone, Bryan Baxter broke away from Paladin’s cornerback Thomas Clark as the ball was thrown. Leaping into the air, the crowd went nuts as the ball sailed into his outstretched hands, barely being held by his fingertips. But his elation at the catch was short lived. Before his feet could touch the ground, the receiver was slammed mid-air from the back by defensive tackle Jim Winthrop. Both players fell forward, Baxter holding tight to the ball even with the force of the blow, as his body hit the ground. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he realized he'd been knocked out of the end zone. The buzzer hit zero.
FINAL SCORE:
PALADINS 13
FLYERS 9
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Alone with my silence, but my silence is loud.
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Bri winced as Stephen was felled by the lineman. It looked like it hurt. And Stephen couldn't afford to be injured. Not with Sanders still out. She didn't even turn to see what had happen down the field, but judging from the reactions of the people around her, it hadn't gone well. She kept her eyes on Stephen as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He looked down the field and pounded his fist into the dirt. Bri sighed, relieved that he was at least okay.
But the loss had taken the wind out of the Flyers' sails. The cheerleaders stood on the sidelines, pom poms at their sides. No one shouted from the stands. Bri knew that the after-party wouldn't be as great as last week's.
But the loss had taken the wind out of the Flyers' sails. The cheerleaders stood on the sidelines, pom poms at their sides. No one shouted from the stands. Bri knew that the after-party wouldn't be as great as last week's.
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"Are you kidding me?" Erika asked no one in particular, surprised and somewhat peeved at the game's unsatisfying conclusion.
"They came close. I guess you can't win them all," Garrison offered hopefully, trying to shrug off the loss. On Erika's other side, Barrier was a little more animated.
"That game was garbage! What the hell?!?" the green skinned girl spat out, standing up from her seat and waving her fists in a futile gesture. "Man, Hanny is going to be pissed!"
"I guess those Seacliff brats aren't all they're cracked up to be," Erika mused. Barrier turned around suddenly and seized on the comment.
"It's that freaking Barlow kid. He cost us the game with that bonehead play in the first quarter."
"I don't know, B. I don't think we can lay this one on the defence. Hanny and the boys held them to under 15. I was thinking maybe Reedie's crew could have punched one into the end zone. Especially when Kasi gave 'em the ball at the 22."
"Yeah, that was lame. Alright, I'm out of here. Later, Ricky-ray."
"See you later, B." Erika waved at her friend's back as she stomped off. Barrier really did not like losing. Someone was going to get an earful.
"They came close. I guess you can't win them all," Garrison offered hopefully, trying to shrug off the loss. On Erika's other side, Barrier was a little more animated.
"That game was garbage! What the hell?!?" the green skinned girl spat out, standing up from her seat and waving her fists in a futile gesture. "Man, Hanny is going to be pissed!"
"I guess those Seacliff brats aren't all they're cracked up to be," Erika mused. Barrier turned around suddenly and seized on the comment.
"It's that freaking Barlow kid. He cost us the game with that bonehead play in the first quarter."
"I don't know, B. I don't think we can lay this one on the defence. Hanny and the boys held them to under 15. I was thinking maybe Reedie's crew could have punched one into the end zone. Especially when Kasi gave 'em the ball at the 22."
"Yeah, that was lame. Alright, I'm out of here. Later, Ricky-ray."
"See you later, B." Erika waved at her friend's back as she stomped off. Barrier really did not like losing. Someone was going to get an earful.
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Rudi MacKenzie
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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 (win 44-12)
Week 7 - vs. Mt. Pelon Paladins (loss 13-9)
Week 8 - at High Park Monarchs
Week 9 - vs. Jaynestown Hawks
Week 10 - vs. Prescott Panthers
Current record: 4 wins, 3 losses
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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 (win 44-12)
Week 7 - vs. Mt. Pelon Paladins (loss 13-9)
Week 8 - at High Park Monarchs
Week 9 - vs. Jaynestown Hawks
Week 10 - vs. Prescott Panthers
Current record: 4 wins, 3 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.