False Start

I fantasized about getting my hands around Elijah’s throat and choking him out the entire way home. Admittedly, that was taking things a little too far. Sure, he was an asshole, and he’d ruined my clothes, but I’m not sure going to prison for attempted murder… [See More on Patreon]

I wiped sweat from my forehead as I yanked another weed from Eduardo’s mom’s vegetable garden. In west Texas, October still nineties or, if we were lucky, maybe it would drop into the eighties. I actually didn’t mind it though. Maybe it was because of all the time spent practicing outside in the heat, that […]

Saturday, I was out for my first game actually on the field with the JV team. We were playing Whyatt High School from Fort Worth, which had a record of three and one as opposed to our four and oh, and they had a hell of an offense from the tape we’d… [See More on […]

As good as Thursday’s game went, at least my quarter of it, Saturday’s game was a disaster. Jorden struggled the entire time, with four interceptions and a botched handoff, the last of which turned into a touchdown for the other… [See More on Patreon]

“…worry about it. Mom will understand,” Eduardo said as we walked into the cafeteria. “Make sure she knows I’m going to keep coming to help, but it might have to switch to Sundays for now. JV plays on Saturdays every week, which the evenings are going to be pretty packed. Maybe I could come earlier, […]

Friday was the first practice in a while where the coach didn’t ride us like we were screw-ups. In fact, he was in a downright amazing mood. We did the least amount of warm-up we’d ever had to do before and spent a fair amount of the practice looking at film from the game, with […]