False Start

Saturday morning, I was out in the garage, working on getting it cleaned out. On his way out to work, Dad had told me to get on it, saying it was getting too full of junk, and Mom had been wanting to tackle it for almost a year but had been putting it off until… […]

The football spiraled toward Mickey, who adjusted his route to meet it, pulling it in before turning upfield. Andre had given him a free release off the line, working on his footwork for pass protection, only doing light contact against Randy Killam, our nose tackle, and the timing looked better than it had… [See More […]

I came out of the field house, backpack slung over one shoulder, ready to start hustling. Morning practice had run a little long, and now I had maybe fifteen minutes before first… [See More on Patreon]

I left school at two thirty with a pass from Mr. Brennan. He did have questions, even though I’d already told him my mother had cancer and I was helping with getting to and from appointments, but he’d eventually signed off. Coach Holloway was… [See More on Patreon]

Sunday it was time to head to Li’s for more training with Yesica and not even having to walk in the heat was going to take away from my mood. Two days after the game, I was still flying… [See More on Patreon]

Saturday after my workout, I was back home around mid-morning. The first week of school was done and in the books, and things were going well with the team so far. I’d had nine guys show up for my first morning practice, although only eight showed up Friday, but Jerry had mentioned he’d… [See More […]