The next game roles around, and #19, Cap Rooney, isn't coming back anytime
soon. The bleachers are full, all the fans dying to see 3rd string
sensation Willie Beaman. Beamen waits at the line with his Couch. "Gonna'
puke?" Tony asks.
"Naw, not today." Beaman replies.
"Last time you did you had a hell of a game. Make a ritual out of it and people will respect you for it." Demato answers.
Beaman runs out to the field and gives his men the play. He lines up, ready to make the pass, but when he goes for it there's no room to throw. He dodges a tackle and is left with room to run. He sprints forward at full speed. A lineman shows up next to him and blocks a tackle. Beaman continues down the field dodging tackles left and right. Finally he comes to the end of the road with nowhere to go. He gets sent flying as he is sandwiched between two players.
Beaman sets up again, starting to stutter out the play to his men, when.his lunch comes flying up all over the field. Willie finally lets out the play also and sets up. Again, no one is open to receive the pass and he runs it in with only the end zone in sight. He keeps sprinting as fast as he can and two players come up to sandwich him. He jumps into the air, probably the only place he has left to go. They hit his legs and he gets sent flying head over heels into the end zone.
Willie lines up again in the huddle and starts to say the play. "Right three zig 26 barrel." Willie says to his players.
"You tryin' to get me my bonus yards," #89 pipes up sarcastically.
"Well maybe I just a righteous mutha' fucka'," Beaman relpies.
Beaman yanks the ball from the centers hands and sends it out. #89 snatches the ball out of the air and falls on his back into the end zone. The crowed roars as the sharks pull out and win the game.
The games over and everyone is crowding into the locker room celebrating. Music is blaring like a night club, and everyone is getting undressed to shower. #89 bursts into the coaches room raving. "Coach! What the fuck is he doin' changing the plays in the huddle! Look, Adidas has got a 3 million dolla' plan for me right when I make two-thousand yards. But I can't do it with him changin' the plays. The plays you made and the plays I love."
"Look, I'll talk to him, set him straight," Tony answers.
"He's young and new. He doesn't understand, just give him some time." The offensive coordinator explains.
"What the fuck man?!" 89 screams. "You just a fuckin' offensive coordinator. Look, I want my money."
"Naw, not today." Beaman replies.
"Last time you did you had a hell of a game. Make a ritual out of it and people will respect you for it." Demato answers.
Beaman runs out to the field and gives his men the play. He lines up, ready to make the pass, but when he goes for it there's no room to throw. He dodges a tackle and is left with room to run. He sprints forward at full speed. A lineman shows up next to him and blocks a tackle. Beaman continues down the field dodging tackles left and right. Finally he comes to the end of the road with nowhere to go. He gets sent flying as he is sandwiched between two players.
Beaman sets up again, starting to stutter out the play to his men, when.his lunch comes flying up all over the field. Willie finally lets out the play also and sets up. Again, no one is open to receive the pass and he runs it in with only the end zone in sight. He keeps sprinting as fast as he can and two players come up to sandwich him. He jumps into the air, probably the only place he has left to go. They hit his legs and he gets sent flying head over heels into the end zone.
Willie lines up again in the huddle and starts to say the play. "Right three zig 26 barrel." Willie says to his players.
"You tryin' to get me my bonus yards," #89 pipes up sarcastically.
"Well maybe I just a righteous mutha' fucka'," Beaman relpies.
Beaman yanks the ball from the centers hands and sends it out. #89 snatches the ball out of the air and falls on his back into the end zone. The crowed roars as the sharks pull out and win the game.
The games over and everyone is crowding into the locker room celebrating. Music is blaring like a night club, and everyone is getting undressed to shower. #89 bursts into the coaches room raving. "Coach! What the fuck is he doin' changing the plays in the huddle! Look, Adidas has got a 3 million dolla' plan for me right when I make two-thousand yards. But I can't do it with him changin' the plays. The plays you made and the plays I love."
"Look, I'll talk to him, set him straight," Tony answers.
"He's young and new. He doesn't understand, just give him some time." The offensive coordinator explains.
"What the fuck man?!" 89 screams. "You just a fuckin' offensive coordinator. Look, I want my money."