Trey walked into the Coachs' office at the appointed time, however,
due to circumstance they could not avoid, (no matter how hard they tried,)
they were stuck in a facualty meeting. Sheryl and Nikki were there,
though.
"You, again," he said, seeing Sheryl. "And you, too," he acknowledged Nikki.
"Nikki." She introduced herself.
"Trey. Nice to meet you."
She nodded.
"What are ya'll doing in here?" He asked.
"Where else should the Coachs' daughters be afterschool?" Nikki replied.
"Coachs' daughters?"
"Yep," Sheryl answered. "Nikki Boone and Sheryl Yoast." She smiled sweetly. "Is there anything WE can do for you?"
Nikki nearly choked on her Dr. Pepper. Was tom-boy Sheryl actually flirting with someone?
"Can ya' put me on the team?" He flirted back.
She looked at Nikki. "Can we put him on the team?"
Nikki looked as though she was considering this for a moment. "Umm, that would be a No."
Sheryl looked back at Trey. "No. You'll have to face Coach, Doc, and Boone, just like everyone else on the team.
"Had to try," he shrugged. He sat down in front of Sheryl. "Is this team any good?
"7 championships in 7 years," Sheryl replied, proudly. "81 wins, 7 perfect seasons."
"Wow." That was impressive.
"Wow is right. Coach and Boone demand perfection, nothing less. Don't ever fumble the football, but they'll tell you all that." She stated.
"Who are you?" Boone asked, as he walked into the room.
Trey shot to his feet. "Trey Gardner."
At the Coachs' blank looks, he said, "Sorry. Mark Gardner, transfer student from Monroe, Louisiana. This was the time I was told to meet with you."
"Oh, right," Boone remembered. "The QB. Son, you do know our season has already started?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. "We had started back home, too. I know you've already got your team set and all, but please, just give me a tryout. Then, if you don't like the way I play, I won't bother you again."
Boone and Coach looked at each, silently conferring. After both men had nodded, Boone said, "Okay, we'll give you a tryout tomorrow afternoon, with a few conditions, of course."
"Yes, sir." Trey smiled. "What conditions?"
"First you will report here at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. If you show up at 3:01, you will not be playing football this season, you will be watching from the stands," Boone answered. "Second, these papers," he handed him a stack of papers Trey thought was roughly the size of War and Peace, "have to be filled out by your parents and signed before you report here tomorrow."
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
"A haircut," Coach replied.
Trey slid his hands through his now unbound hair, a nervous habit he had picked up years before. He wasn't so sure about this anymore. Play football, and lose his hair, or keep his hair and sit in the stands. Put that way, it was no contest. Hair could grow back, his junior year football season wouldn't.
"Yes, sir."
"And shave. Our boys are clean cut," Coach finished.
Trey gulped. He had such a baby face without his goatee.
One last, "Yes, sir," before he made his goodbyes.
"You, again," he said, seeing Sheryl. "And you, too," he acknowledged Nikki.
"Nikki." She introduced herself.
"Trey. Nice to meet you."
She nodded.
"What are ya'll doing in here?" He asked.
"Where else should the Coachs' daughters be afterschool?" Nikki replied.
"Coachs' daughters?"
"Yep," Sheryl answered. "Nikki Boone and Sheryl Yoast." She smiled sweetly. "Is there anything WE can do for you?"
Nikki nearly choked on her Dr. Pepper. Was tom-boy Sheryl actually flirting with someone?
"Can ya' put me on the team?" He flirted back.
She looked at Nikki. "Can we put him on the team?"
Nikki looked as though she was considering this for a moment. "Umm, that would be a No."
Sheryl looked back at Trey. "No. You'll have to face Coach, Doc, and Boone, just like everyone else on the team.
"Had to try," he shrugged. He sat down in front of Sheryl. "Is this team any good?
"7 championships in 7 years," Sheryl replied, proudly. "81 wins, 7 perfect seasons."
"Wow." That was impressive.
"Wow is right. Coach and Boone demand perfection, nothing less. Don't ever fumble the football, but they'll tell you all that." She stated.
"Who are you?" Boone asked, as he walked into the room.
Trey shot to his feet. "Trey Gardner."
At the Coachs' blank looks, he said, "Sorry. Mark Gardner, transfer student from Monroe, Louisiana. This was the time I was told to meet with you."
"Oh, right," Boone remembered. "The QB. Son, you do know our season has already started?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. "We had started back home, too. I know you've already got your team set and all, but please, just give me a tryout. Then, if you don't like the way I play, I won't bother you again."
Boone and Coach looked at each, silently conferring. After both men had nodded, Boone said, "Okay, we'll give you a tryout tomorrow afternoon, with a few conditions, of course."
"Yes, sir." Trey smiled. "What conditions?"
"First you will report here at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. If you show up at 3:01, you will not be playing football this season, you will be watching from the stands," Boone answered. "Second, these papers," he handed him a stack of papers Trey thought was roughly the size of War and Peace, "have to be filled out by your parents and signed before you report here tomorrow."
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
"A haircut," Coach replied.
Trey slid his hands through his now unbound hair, a nervous habit he had picked up years before. He wasn't so sure about this anymore. Play football, and lose his hair, or keep his hair and sit in the stands. Put that way, it was no contest. Hair could grow back, his junior year football season wouldn't.
"Yes, sir."
"And shave. Our boys are clean cut," Coach finished.
Trey gulped. He had such a baby face without his goatee.
One last, "Yes, sir," before he made his goodbyes.