He watches as his star player grasps the ground in pain. All Tony can do
is wait and watch the commander of the field struggle for breath, hoping he
will stand. Finally valiant #19 rises and wobbles off the field grunting
in pain carried partly by the medical assistants, struggling under the
quarterback's immense weight.
DeMato is distraught, finally he throws 3rd string quarterback Willey Beaman in. Beaman gets in the huddle and starts to say the play, stumbling and mumbling through his speech. "Left..Deuce..Zig...22...Tomcat." He cracks under the pressure and spews all over his teammates.
He gets up to the line, the valiant warrior looking over his guardian angels at 11 300 pound beasts roaring and ready to kill him. The ball is snapped and he drops back looking for the receiver. He lets the ball fly, rolling off his fingertips fluttering through the air. Beaman comes to a stand still watching his ball fly straight into #11's hands. Then, CRASH. Out of nowhere comes a giant orange brute and slams him down. "You betta' get used to that b*tch!" He screams. "I'm gonna be pullin' peanuts outta' yo ass all day!"
Slowly the 3rd string quarterback rises to his feet, rattled, not quite sure what just happened. He lines back up, and gets the snap. He lets the ball fly in a beautiful spiral this time right to #88. His hands are like a pillow, and he sprints the ball into the end zone, scoring Beaman his first pro touchdown. The crowd cheers and the stands become ablaze with the black and white fans of the Miami Sharks, finally pulling into the lead over the orange and blue Pirates.
Their savior has come, and the team runs off the field, victorious. The defense lines up; confident they won't let anything through. The orange Pirates pull for three short drives but the Pirates with a newfound drive hold them down, crushing the running back.
Willie lines up, positive he will lead the team to victory in his first game. The large line walks up to the line sending the white line paint fly up under their feet, like the dust under a gladiator as he walks in to an arena, preparing for battle. Will steps up behind the line men bending down to take the snap. "Get you hands of my ass!" The guard screams as Willie lines up on the wrong player. A bad way to start. The guard shoves him over and he starts over behind the center. He takes the snap and drops back 5 steps letting the ball sail from his fingers. His most beautiful pass yet straight to Owens, #82. Then, like a flare of orange fire the safety runs one foot in front of him and picks the ball right out of his hands, returning the ball 80 yards for a touch down taking the lead with 55 seconds left. Beamen sinks to his knees, depressed, having lost his first game.
DeMato is distraught, finally he throws 3rd string quarterback Willey Beaman in. Beaman gets in the huddle and starts to say the play, stumbling and mumbling through his speech. "Left..Deuce..Zig...22...Tomcat." He cracks under the pressure and spews all over his teammates.
He gets up to the line, the valiant warrior looking over his guardian angels at 11 300 pound beasts roaring and ready to kill him. The ball is snapped and he drops back looking for the receiver. He lets the ball fly, rolling off his fingertips fluttering through the air. Beaman comes to a stand still watching his ball fly straight into #11's hands. Then, CRASH. Out of nowhere comes a giant orange brute and slams him down. "You betta' get used to that b*tch!" He screams. "I'm gonna be pullin' peanuts outta' yo ass all day!"
Slowly the 3rd string quarterback rises to his feet, rattled, not quite sure what just happened. He lines back up, and gets the snap. He lets the ball fly in a beautiful spiral this time right to #88. His hands are like a pillow, and he sprints the ball into the end zone, scoring Beaman his first pro touchdown. The crowd cheers and the stands become ablaze with the black and white fans of the Miami Sharks, finally pulling into the lead over the orange and blue Pirates.
Their savior has come, and the team runs off the field, victorious. The defense lines up; confident they won't let anything through. The orange Pirates pull for three short drives but the Pirates with a newfound drive hold them down, crushing the running back.
Willie lines up, positive he will lead the team to victory in his first game. The large line walks up to the line sending the white line paint fly up under their feet, like the dust under a gladiator as he walks in to an arena, preparing for battle. Will steps up behind the line men bending down to take the snap. "Get you hands of my ass!" The guard screams as Willie lines up on the wrong player. A bad way to start. The guard shoves him over and he starts over behind the center. He takes the snap and drops back 5 steps letting the ball sail from his fingers. His most beautiful pass yet straight to Owens, #82. Then, like a flare of orange fire the safety runs one foot in front of him and picks the ball right out of his hands, returning the ball 80 yards for a touch down taking the lead with 55 seconds left. Beamen sinks to his knees, depressed, having lost his first game.