DISCLAIMER: I don't own anybody in this chap except Gerry's kids. Wish I owned Ryan Hurst, but that's just the way things are. I'm not getting any money for this thing either! End of story!
MY NOTES: My first fanfic is drawing to a close! Yay! I am really excited! As of the typing of this chap, I have one vote for my story, which is from JS. Her vote goes for the Sunshine romance! So unless I hear otherwise, that'll be my next one!
~Chapter 11: Coach Boone~
I've known Gerry Bertier for ten years. He was a good guy. He didn't like me too much at first, but he came around. I liked Bertier. He was an irreplaceable player and person. He was just John Brown GOOD! That's the only way to say it. He gave it his all, on- and off-field.
Bertier was intensely loyal to his friends and family. He loved sports. Especially football. But he enjoyed basketball and soccer, too. Any sports. Except golf, which he swore was not a sport. I reckon he was right about that. Golf is too slow!
But anyway... He wasn't the kind of player that you needed to keep an eye on. You could trust him to hold up his place on the field. I felt honored to have known him.
When he was paralyzed, I was impressed by how optimistic he was. He was my kind of guy. He never let anything get him down.
I was proud of him when he got married. Alot of people didn't think he would be OK on his own. Alot of them thought he needed to live with his momma. But he and Emma did just fine taking care of themselves and their kids.
I hated to lose a guy like Bertier. He was a good friend, a good ball player. And he was one young man that I'll never forget.
-Coach Herman Boone
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OK! The End.
Done!
Finis!
Over!
Adios!
Oh, well...you get the point!
MY NOTES: My first fanfic is drawing to a close! Yay! I am really excited! As of the typing of this chap, I have one vote for my story, which is from JS. Her vote goes for the Sunshine romance! So unless I hear otherwise, that'll be my next one!
~Chapter 11: Coach Boone~
I've known Gerry Bertier for ten years. He was a good guy. He didn't like me too much at first, but he came around. I liked Bertier. He was an irreplaceable player and person. He was just John Brown GOOD! That's the only way to say it. He gave it his all, on- and off-field.
Bertier was intensely loyal to his friends and family. He loved sports. Especially football. But he enjoyed basketball and soccer, too. Any sports. Except golf, which he swore was not a sport. I reckon he was right about that. Golf is too slow!
But anyway... He wasn't the kind of player that you needed to keep an eye on. You could trust him to hold up his place on the field. I felt honored to have known him.
When he was paralyzed, I was impressed by how optimistic he was. He was my kind of guy. He never let anything get him down.
I was proud of him when he got married. Alot of people didn't think he would be OK on his own. Alot of them thought he needed to live with his momma. But he and Emma did just fine taking care of themselves and their kids.
I hated to lose a guy like Bertier. He was a good friend, a good ball player. And he was one young man that I'll never forget.
-Coach Herman Boone
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OK! The End.
Done!
Finis!
Over!
Adios!
Oh, well...you get the point!