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Flag On Play

Chap1: I Want to see a Win


LPOV

"Land of the free and the home of the brave!"

"Alright bring it in bring it in. I want you to get out there and make them bleed and see it pour from their mouths and noses! I want you to get out there and crush their bones and see it come through their skin! I want you to go out there and make them cry until they puke their stomachs! But most of all I want to see a what?" -I yelled

"You want to see a win!" -the team yelled in unison.

"I want to see a what?"- I said louder.

"You want to see a win"- the team said even louder.

"Fly Eagles…"- I chanted

"Fly"- the team replied.

"Fly Eagles…"- I chanted again.

"Fly"- the team said

"Eagles on three, 1, 2, 3…"- Embry said

"Eagles"- the team said and ran out on the football field ready to play against the Giants. Both teams hate each other and are undefeated in a little over midway into the season. Adrenaline is high and blood is rushing through everyone's veins; tension is off the charts in the stadium with players growling at one another and fans for both teams ready to fight in the stands. American football there's nothing better and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm the head coach of the Philadelphia Eagles and the first female to not only be a coach, but the head coach of any team in the history of the NFL. I grew up around football because my father Harry and his friends Charlie and Billy often came over to watch the games at my home and my brother pretty much worships his best friend Jacob Black who has played football since he could walk. So of course little Sethy would want to play pewee football and continue to play as he got older.

In the beginning I hated football and wanted to be a cheer leader, mainly because I loved the uniform and liked Paul Meraz who played wide receiver for my cheering age group. I would be front and center to watch him play while jumping and flipping in my cute uniform and hopefully catching his attention. Yeah that was a long time ago.

"Hey Leah, sweetheart, maybe you shouldn't be so graphic with your pep talks it's scaring the children."- Harry yelled with a smile on his face from his seat behind the bench where a little girl looked like someone electrocuted her. Her eyes were wide watching me while her body was trembling in fear. Her mother glared at me while the girl's father tried to keep from laughing.

"If you want to keep getting front row, fifty yard line seats, for free I might add, you better keep your mouth shut old man!"- I yelled while returning Harry's smile. He blew me a kiss and turned his attention back to the field.

Eventually when I got to high school I really liked football, so I would pay more attention to the game than cheering and would get yelled at by the captain Lauren who I hated, so I quit. From then on through college I would never miss a game for my school or my favorite team, the Eagles. Ok ok I know what you're thinking; why the Eagles? I tried to like the Raiders I really did, but come on, they suck so bad their lips should be hurting. I used to love the Redskin, minus the name seriously, offensive much, but ever since they got their new coach I can't even look at a jersey. I went to college at Penn State for athletic training, but it didn't hurt it was a party and football school either. While at Penn State, during games I started noticing problems the coaches would make they shouldn't have been making with their knowledge of the game. On more than one occasion I noticed a foolish and obvious mistake that cost us games which lowered our ranking.

So being the smart ass that I am, one day I decided to march over to the sideline to tell them what I thought about said coaching skills. I know people thought I was crazy, but: one, I worked with the trainers for hands on experience, so I was already on the field. Two, we were going to lose if these coaches didn't get their heads out of their asses. And three, I bet five-hundred dollars on this game against my childhood frenemy Embry Call who played quarterback for LSU and thought we sucked. Not only did I not have the money to pay him, but I needed those winnings for rent. So yeah I wasn't warm on the idea of us losing. Long story short, I looked like a crazy woman yelling while Jacob tried to hold me back, was drug off the field kicking and screaming by security, and was banned from the stadium for the duration of my enrollment. At least they didn't press charges on me for tipping the bench over or dumping out the Gatorade. Besides I was graduating in the spring, so it's not like I'd be missing much. Get this though, they used the advice I gave them and won that game. I never did get a thank you, but no matter I got five-hundred dollars from a sulking Embry later after the game.

"Yes you need to watch your mouth, there are children present. What kind of role model are you, tell her John!" -the mother of the little girl fumed at me while turning to her husband. Who did this stupid bitch think she was and more importantly who did she think she was talking to?

"Um Darleen, honey, maybe we should just watch the game. I mean you're drinking a pint of liquor that's not being a good role model either." -John said warmly thinking that would help…it didn't.

"First of all my dear John I need this for medical reasons it helps my body digest food properly, second they never should have hired her. Now I see why they never had a woman coach before!"- Darleen yelled at John and glared at me.

"I'm not a role model? Well if you stopped yelling at me long enough you would see you're spilling your medicinal alcoholic beverage on your daughter. I guess her skin doesn't digest oxygen properly and you were helping her out!" -I yelled and glared right back. Stupid, drunk ass soccer mom.

"I am not spi…oh Suzy mommy's sorry!"- Darleen said while blushing.

"And since when is taking a child to watch grown men tackle, hit, and chase each other outside in twenty-three degrees considered good parenting?"-I said with a smug smile before flipping her the bird and turning back to the game. A day in the life of Leah Clearwater, beautiful isn't it?

"Coach you know you should just ignore the fans, especially ones in New York. Let's hope she doesn't report you because you don't need any more bad publicity, you get enough of that from seventy percent of the male fan population."- Drew the defensive coach said.

"Now Drew, you know I don't give a rat's ass about bad publicity or the male fan population. They can all go fuck themselves along with Ms. I spill drinks on my daughter."- I said. Really, who gives a shit, I sure as hell don't; Drew chuckled.

"I know you don't, but we don't need to add more reasons for them to take your position away. They're already eyeballing you because of the protestors at every game and petitions signed by thousands, not to mention some of the coaches' complaints."- Drew said while wrapping his arm around my shoulders; I sighed knowing he's right.

"Yeah I know, but I honestly don't think they will get rid of me there isn't any reason except I'm a woman and they know I'd sue the pigskin off these footballs before that happens. Plus this season has generated the most viewers, money, and merchandise in NFL history and the main source is from the Eagles franchise. To think, all because they hired a coach who pees sitting down."-we started laughing out loud.

"Besides, thousands may sign the petition but millions will to watch the game and you know they love their view numbers. So, fuck the petition and let's win against the tools." I said with a grin. Drew smiled but still looked worried.

"Alright whatever you say coach. Oh and let's not forget what coach Jared over there said about you in his last press conference."- Drew said while glaring across the field at Jared.

That made me almost growl thinking of fuck face Jared. He didn't like that I was coaching and he was friends with my "ex". They both had a self-righteous attitude and were two of the most arrogant pricks you'd ever meet. Oh and did I mention we grew up together. Ever since high school they've acted like the pigs they are, wait that's an insult to pigs. They've been complaining, pointing out "facts" and petitioning the NFL's board of directors and owner of the Eagles to release me, or in their words "throw the bitch out". Those two sons of two bitches whose parents were cousins! Let me not say that their parents were always nice to me, at least to my face. I took calming breaths and a swig of Gatorade.

"Well let's give him something to get mad about then shall we." I said with a wicked grin.

"Now that's what I like to hear."- Drew said, giving me a squeeze before walking off.


AN: Hey people this is my first fic so it won't be as good as other authors like shouldabeenblonde…seriously she's awesome, but eventually I'll get used to how things work so be patient with me. Things will begin to unfold in a couple of chapters and they won't be as wordy (hopefully) but have more dialogue. First couple chaps are to give info so they won't be as exciting, but there's a lot of drama ahead.

The needs of the many out way the needs of the few…so I need you to read then I need you to review…that rhymes lol