DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own "Remember the Titans." No, I don't own the real Titans. No, I don't own the Disney Titans, or Emma, or "Bertier's momma." And that phrase most likely belongs to Big Blue...lol. I know this is muy sad, but...so's my life... just kidding. I don't own Ryan Hurst, so I guess that does make my life somewhat sad... *sobs* And, Miss Grace, if I get Ryan, I'll do my best to share. I don't know if it'll work though...I'm very protective of my men...I might swap him for your Camaro... NAH! I better keep 'im. Joe Camel is not mine, thankfully. I don't smoke... Which is good today, 'cuz I have a sore throat, thanks to Mr. Pollen...
MY NOTES: I loves all my reviewers! If I didn't list you here, it's not because I'm not grateful...It's because the stupid thing says I have more reviews, but it won't let me see 'em... ;-P so I'll try to get to ya in the next chappie...
~Once a Titan...~
Man, I can't believe this. I'm watching the Titans play for the state title. On TV. From a hospital bed. I'm supposed to be out there, not layin' here. But I'm paralyzed, as I've already said. And now there's other guys doin' my job. Tacklin'. I should be there. Nobody who ain't been there knows the rush you get when you're out on that field, knowin' that you'll be out there knockin' somebody on their rear ends in just a little bit. But not today. Not ever again.
Ma walked into the stands and got applauded her. Then they started chanting, "Gerry! Gerry!"
It made me feel good, even though it's just because they feel sorry for me. Ah! I hate it when people feel sorry for me. But they do. Prob'ly always will. What a life to look forward to.
They're trailin', dang it. It's halftime, and they're trailin'. Stupid Joe Camel commercial. I can't stand smoke. So how's that for a former jock? I should actually prob'ly be drinkin'. Nah.
They just came in and put Petey in at linebacker. Alan gave him his position. Good ol' Alan. That guy has always been the best.
They got Glascoe playin' my position tonight. It's so tough watchin' this go on, and not bein' able to do a stupid thing. I hate it.
Titans just took defense again. 1st down, no problem. Big idiot just ran right into Campbell. 2nd down...Whoo-hoo! Dang it! First down again. C'mon guys! I need to go down there and give 'em a tongue lashing. But I can't. I'm the captain of the team, and I can't even do my job.
Oh, my Lord! Petey just pulled a turnover! Yeah! Run, Petey, ru... They got him. C'mon don't drop the...YEAH! Petey held the ball! Awesome work, Jones!
We got the ball. And we got enough time for one more play. And it sure better be a good one.
Why the heck are they callin' Rev in? There not gonna...Oh, Lord, yep they are. Fake 23 Blast with a Backside George Reverse. It's our trick play. One we never planned on using. But with both Rev and Sunshine out there, it can only mean one thing. And that's a Fake 23. So...here we go...
Sunshine catches the snap, passed it off, Rev ran down field, Sunny right behind 'em, Greene made the pass, Smooth catch by Rev. He runs and...crosses the goal line.
I can't think straight anymore. We won!
See ya! I gotta soak it up.
-Gerry Bertier #42
~...Always a Titan.~
MY NOTES: I loves all my reviewers! If I didn't list you here, it's not because I'm not grateful...It's because the stupid thing says I have more reviews, but it won't let me see 'em... ;-P so I'll try to get to ya in the next chappie...
~Once a Titan...~
Man, I can't believe this. I'm watching the Titans play for the state title. On TV. From a hospital bed. I'm supposed to be out there, not layin' here. But I'm paralyzed, as I've already said. And now there's other guys doin' my job. Tacklin'. I should be there. Nobody who ain't been there knows the rush you get when you're out on that field, knowin' that you'll be out there knockin' somebody on their rear ends in just a little bit. But not today. Not ever again.
Ma walked into the stands and got applauded her. Then they started chanting, "Gerry! Gerry!"
It made me feel good, even though it's just because they feel sorry for me. Ah! I hate it when people feel sorry for me. But they do. Prob'ly always will. What a life to look forward to.
They're trailin', dang it. It's halftime, and they're trailin'. Stupid Joe Camel commercial. I can't stand smoke. So how's that for a former jock? I should actually prob'ly be drinkin'. Nah.
They just came in and put Petey in at linebacker. Alan gave him his position. Good ol' Alan. That guy has always been the best.
They got Glascoe playin' my position tonight. It's so tough watchin' this go on, and not bein' able to do a stupid thing. I hate it.
Titans just took defense again. 1st down, no problem. Big idiot just ran right into Campbell. 2nd down...Whoo-hoo! Dang it! First down again. C'mon guys! I need to go down there and give 'em a tongue lashing. But I can't. I'm the captain of the team, and I can't even do my job.
Oh, my Lord! Petey just pulled a turnover! Yeah! Run, Petey, ru... They got him. C'mon don't drop the...YEAH! Petey held the ball! Awesome work, Jones!
We got the ball. And we got enough time for one more play. And it sure better be a good one.
Why the heck are they callin' Rev in? There not gonna...Oh, Lord, yep they are. Fake 23 Blast with a Backside George Reverse. It's our trick play. One we never planned on using. But with both Rev and Sunshine out there, it can only mean one thing. And that's a Fake 23. So...here we go...
Sunshine catches the snap, passed it off, Rev ran down field, Sunny right behind 'em, Greene made the pass, Smooth catch by Rev. He runs and...crosses the goal line.
I can't think straight anymore. We won!
See ya! I gotta soak it up.
-Gerry Bertier #42
~...Always a Titan.~