Jason
"All right today, we have some Ultimate Football lined up for today." My PE teacher Mr. Jackson tells us though everyone calls him Coach Jackson as he is the Head Coach of our Varsity football team. Ever since the graduation of Kade Larson back in 2002, our QB position has flat sucked. Jet has urged me to join though I'm kind of hesitant about it because Kade lead us to the State Championship and I'm not the player he was, I can't throw for crap and my accuracy sucks.
"Jason, come on man. You're on my team." My friend Flash calls me over and I run over to take my place.
"What's the plan?" I ask.
"You're our quarterback so full send it." Jack, another friend of mine, speaks up.
"Ok." I reply very hesitantly as we line up with Jack as my center.
"Ready, black 58 red, Omaha! Set hut!" Jack snaps the ball to me and I look for anyone open though the coverage is good but I see Flash open and I step back before I let the ball go flying to him downfield which he catches for the touchdown.
"Holy Shit! What kind of rocket launcher are you packing Jason?!" Jack runs over to me, completely astonished as am I as I never expected me to have such arm strength or accuracy. I watch as Coach Jackson comes over to me and pulls me aside.
"Jason how would you like to be our quarterback for Varsity?" He askes me. My jaw drops and I start smiling estacticlly.
"I'd love that!" I tell him excitedly
"We have one number left from the camp but I think it will fit you well."
"What number is it?" I ask
"Number 1."
Practice
"Everyone listen up! Today we mark the start of a new era for the Blue Marlins, the Jason McCafferey era." Coach Jackson annouces to the team as I approach from behind him doning my new gear with my jersey on.
"McCafferey? Jet McCafferey's little brother? He's gonna clean house." Someone speaks up and it raises my confidence.
"Alright we're running shotgun, four verticals. Break." I break up the huddle and take my place in the shotgun formation.
"Ready, set, black 58, red 42, hurry, hurry, Omaha hut!" The ball is snapped to me but I don't see anyone open so I scramble to the outside and run. A cornerback comes at me but I spin around him and run past the first down marker. One of our linebackers tries to tackle me but I juke him out before the safety hits me, effectively ending my run at 48 yards.
"Man, Kade Larson ain't got nothing on McCafferey. Kid's got a rocket launcher for an arm and he's got some major wheels. He's taking us to State."