PlayMaker 10
Play Maker By RettaMichaels “The Queen of Gay Romance”
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Notes From Retta:
This story is written mostly as a retro piece. I intentionally made sure some prices were lower and I made sure the older stars were used in the piece. You need to realize this was written in the era of Bush I (around 1991). I did it from memory, so sue me if it's not completely accurate.
Chapter Ten:
The next morning, Grant and I awoke to the sound of birds chirping.
“Jake! Wake up! We didn't set the alarm!”
“What time is it?”
“I don't know. It's broad day light and birds are singing.”
“They sing even inside. It's not like they sing because it's day light out.”
“Get up!”
“What time is it?”
“I don't know.”
“Look at the clock, you're on that side.”
“Oh sheesh, it's seven fifteen.”
“Ok, it's not a total loss.”
“Get up!”
“Man, you're bossy when you get laid.”
He chuckled, “Hey, your turns coming and you know it.”
“Yeah, so?”
“I'll have you know my ass hurts.”
“Good, you're a pain in mine.”
“I'll be...you remember.”
“Do we give loaner cars at the car dealer?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, they need to fix mine.”
“It'll be fixed, you need to get up and get to your car and get the hell out of here!”
“Sheesh, come with me to the shower. You act like I can't take a shower and get dressed in an hour.”
“You gotta get Chris too.”
“He's got a car. He doesn't need me to drive him anymore.”
“He said that!”
“Grant, friends don't let friends ride when they've got a better car than me right now.”
“Your car's cool. It's just got a messed up hood.”
“IS he going to pay for that?”
“I imagine he will.”
“Imagine? That's not a very positive answer.
Then call the school. Tell them I can't make it to work because I've gotta go piss off a mafia guy and tell him his kid's a fag and he fucked up my car. When the man comes off the ceiling, I'm going to have my car parked under his ass so when he lands, he feels all that plastic splintered go up his ass with razor sharpness.”
“How about I fix your car?”
“Grant, what's the guy got on you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then the second you repair my car will be the second after you damage it. His son did it and if he's not going to repair it, his dad will. You and your friend both act like the man can't get angry and upset.”
“He's not a nice man.”
“So! I'm not an idiot. If the not-so-nice-man's son fucked up my car, he can get out that not-so-skinny-wallet and pay for my car to be repaired. Do you know why I know it's not so skinny? Because all the pussies in this town have trembled with fear when they've had to get their cars repaired by him.”
“Jake, don't mess with him.”
“Sorry, I'm heading there and then, I'll take my late at school.”
I got up and went to the shower. “You going to shower with?”
“Oh man.” pause pause... “Yeah, you persuaded me.”
“Yeah, you just remember no talking about trying to talk me out of it. You guys might think he's all about shit, but if he were real powerful, he'd not be in Hicksville, Missouri claiming he's about something when he could be about something in a bigger city.”
“Please don't.”
“Get out of my shower! You're not to talk me out of it. I'll get it done, scrubbed, washed, and repaired without your help. Ok?”
I started lathering up and had just stood out of the shower to dry when the phone rang.
Running naked through the house isn't so hot when it's slick hard wood floors and wet feet. I think I slid into every obstacle and nearly lost a nut sack when I made a weird twisting maneuver around the door jamb to answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Jake Martin!”
“This better be good if this is a telephone marketer. I damned near lost a nut sack running through the house trying to answer it.”
He chuckled, “No, this is Dan Carter.”
“Oh hi! I was going to be by your office this morning.”
“I hear my son messed up your car and you messed up his truck and his face.”
“Well, yeah, but you forgot a nine hundred dollar phone in the mix up too.”
“I heard about that.”
“Good, now that you called, I don't have to miss the call on my busted up phone.”
“I need to tell you I'm getting your car repaired.”
“That's fine, but let me tell you how I'll work that. I own the dealer out there, so I'll charge you what it costs me. I'll do the phone that way since it's not really a nine hundred dollar unit. I get them free, so you're only going to be out the cost of the hood.”
“No, you figure a hood will look different on your car if the paint is different, so you have them make sure the paint matches. And, Yes, I know you own shares in a phone company, but I need to know the total of the damages since DJ is going to work it off.”
“Did he tell you I told him he could work it off for me?”
“Yeah, he did. He also told me a lot of the details about why it happened last night and a lot of the names he called you. I'll tell you I'm not one bit happy with him in regards to it and he's going to be giving you an apology today. You're to call me and tell me you got that apology.”
“I'll do that.”
“Jake, he told me he's gay. My remark to him was asking him why he couldn't be more like you. Instead, we've got a mess and you're thinking bad about my family based upon what you know.”
“Not really. Yeah, I did make some remarks to him, but it wasn't based towards you...well, it was, but not personally.”
He chuckled, “What's that mean?”
“Well, I know you were someone I met last night. I'm glad you were there and I'm really happy you're supporting me. I don't mean to upset by going off what everyone else says.”
“What did they say?”
“Sir, have you ever saw that one movie Young Frankenstein?”
“Yeah.”
“Your name is sort of like Brunhilda here in this town. People say your name and everyone gets really weird.”
He laughed a huge laugh, “And they say I'm mafia too, don't they?”
“Yeah, and I'll tell you it doesn't matter if you are or aren't. What matters to me is I'm dealing with you one on one and I'm dealing with DJ one on one.”
“Deej needs friends. I saw that video and I'm not one bit impressed. I heard you referred to them as the rat pack and you described them as rats fleeing a sinking friend and they were. You were there supporting a friend and you were there standing up for yourself. He was there trying to portray himself as something he shouldn't have been and now, it's gotten him in a bad group”
“Well, that's more right than wrong.”
“But, I need to ask you if he and you can build a friendship.”
“If he apologizes and swears he won't ever let that word come across his lips again.”
“If you hear it, you've got my permission to set him on his ass.
I told him I suspected a long time ago he was gay and I'll support him on that issue, but he's to be the best he can be and that means he cuts out that nonsense about what he did to Aaron.”
“Well, that's gotta stop.”
“Yeah, but I had a talk with Roger and Roger's had a talk with Aaron and all of us pretty much agree if DJ isn't pulling all that stuff, he and Aaron really like each other.”
“Do you think it will work?”
“Deej said he pulled that stuff to try looking cool in front of his friends. Well, those friends are history as of this morning. He's to tell them to get lost and I'll speak to their parents in not so kind terms if they insist upon staying his friend.”
“Well, that'd be cool.”
“He's gotta do it. It's about to cost him a lot more than what he wants to lose and that's a relationship which means something to him.”
“I'll hold back my judgement on that issue.”
“Would you give him another chance?”
“I'll try, but the second he tried to dog Aaron out, I'll probably be in on him like white on rice.”
“Good, you do that and while you're doing that, you be dialing my number so I can speak with him as soon as you're done.”
“Ok, I can do that.”
“Jake, can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“I'm not mafia. People think I am because I said I was one time when I was feeling vulnerable in a business situation.”
“That's ok. Look at what you accomplished in life and let me add something without really upsetting you, ok?”
“What's that?”
“I told someone if you were mafia, you'd have to be rather pathetically joined to the family because you're out here in bumfuck and not in a city solidly connected.”
He laughed, “Oh man! I never thought of that.”
“Well, just the same, I think you're good people. You're supporting me and I take you at face value.”
“Thanks.”
“DJ is the same. If he apologizes, he'll get a second chance. The point got made what happens to people who mess up my car and I'm sure he's got a heckuva bruise from it.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what I need to say is take the truck out to the dealership and I'll get it fixed. He's probably got a cut seat from that glass in there and who knows what else.”
“I've got a glass man looking at his truck today.”
“Now listen! I've gotta right my wrongs too.”
“You did. You got them not to press charges.”
“Not really. I sort of made them afraid I was heading to Mexico because they were fucking up my pro possibilities.”
“You serious about the Pros?”
“Yeah”
“Which team?”
“Well, don't get down on me about this, but I'll explain it and then you can know.”
“Ok”
“The Chiefs.”
“Ok, that's a decent team, but why?”
“They're close. I mean, I want to live here and keep my relationship, but I can't do that long distance.”
“That's thoughtful.”
“I need to get a jet or a helicopter, but I figure I can commute.”
“They'll probably give that as a sign on bonus.”
“Well, either way, I can afford it. It'll mean a lot to me to be able to come home and be normal.”
“You realize your alone time won't be much, right?”
“Whatever it is, I'll learn to sleep on a jet if I gotta. It'll mean more to me if I don't have to be apart.”
“You're thinking this through.”
“Yeah, but what I've also decided is I want to endorse everything possible.
I want it so when they have the phrase, 'name whore' in the dictionary, my face is proudly smiling by it.”
He laughed, “Why?”
“Michael Jordan is making a fortune from his endorsements. Michael Jackson has too. I figure if a little white kid from backwoods county, Missouri can do it, then they'll have me selling everything. After all, the name of the game is to get as much as you can get while it's possible to be gotten.”
“You're correct.”
“What I figure is I can do it with some long term contracts. The companies don't like to think you'll go to the competition, so I'll sign with them if they make the deals right.”
“When do you play?”
“Friday night and really, you oughta come out. I mean DJ thinks you don't pay attention to him.”
“He'd be right there. It's not that I intend on it happening, but I've got an ex wife who's not his mom and a daughter with her. I've let her dictate to me what my time will be with her and it's been at the expense of Deej. He told me last night he feels second best and that about killed me inside because I know it's right. SO, starting today that changes.”
“All he's asking for is you to come to his games.”
“Come to his games and to watch games with him on Sunday.”
“Well, he'd probably be at Aaron's on Sundays, or over here. I mean, we all get together on Sundays and Wednesdays. You're more than welcome and more than welcome to bring someone with you.”
“That'd be nice. You won't feel uncomfortable?”
“Why?”
“I'm straight.”
“Ooh, I don't know...that's a little too normal. I mean we're all gay and that might throw things off a lot.” I paused, “No silly, you're his dad! If you're not welcome, then I sure can't have other parents here and they're half the fun.
All that matters to us is you not say dumb stuff and your guest be of the same mindset...well, I don't mean you gotta bring a gay guy, but your date's gotta be someone who supports gays.”
He laughed, “Ok, I understand. I gotta great gal now and I know she's fine with it. Now, I gotta ask, do you allow drinking?”
“Huh? You mean like anything consumable in the form of liquid by oral intake?”
He chuckled, “Yeah.”
“Well of course. I mean, you've not had Grant's potato salad unless you've had a gallon of something to wash it down.”
Grant said, “When you get off that phone, you die.”
“Well, I gotta stay on the phone for like forever now because I gotta die when I get off the phone. I prefer to die of old age, so can we stay on to meet that deadline?”
“Uh, how you going to get to school and me work?”
“Extension lines...lotsa extension lines.”
He laughed, “Yeah, that'd be fine.”
“Well, Grant's pointing at his watch. It's telling me I gotta get to school.”
“By the way, I know from a really reliable source you've got a new coach today.”
“They didn't fire the tennis coach, did they?”
“No, but I imagine he'll go when the other leaves town.”
“Man, I liked him.”
“Well, they're sort of a package unit.”
“Yeah, and one really stank. I hope he cuts his losses and realizes he made the right choice.”
“I sort of thought that myself.”
“Who's the surprise coach?”
“You'll see. He's gotta be called yet, but I think he'll take the job.”
“Is he good?”
“Yeah, he's been great for the team and everyone out there throughout the years.”
“Great, but does he know football?”
“He was quite good. You'll like him.”
“I hope. Well, I'll see you Friday night.”
“I'll be there.”
I hung up and said, “Ok, the good news is the guy was nice. The great news is he's accepting the news about DJ being gay excellently. The really great news is he's got a new attitude about being there for DJ and he's probably going to come to the things we throw on Sundays and Wednesdays.”
“That's good.”
“The super really great news is he said we're going to have a new coach by practice today and the guy knows football.”
“Who is it?”
“He didn't say, but he said the guy's not been called yet. He did say the guy is great for the school and team.”
“That's good, I wonder who it is?”
“I guess we'll have to wait and find out.”
Grant scrunched his forehead in thought. “I should know who it is. I mean, I've been there forever.”
The light bulb suddenly went off. “Ummm, Grant.”
“Huh?”
“Let me know when you figure it out. I gotta go to school.”
I leaned forward and gave him a kiss which would drop-your-socks-and-then-roll-them-back-up sorta kiss.
He smiled, “Thanks. That's enough to make me get through the day.”
I winked, “Well at least until practice, coach.” I turned and went out the door.
“WHAT!”
I laughed and got into the car. He couldn't come outside as he was sort of nude.
I hit the garage door button and backed out. The splintered hood looked terrible from outside, but it looked worse from inside the car. I drove and as I drove, I wondered if the hood would fly off from the wind it caught.
When I got to school, everyone seemed to make a beeline towards my car to see if the word was true. They all sort of stared and I got out. “Now don't mess that up! It's the latest thing they've got coming out on the new Corvettes. It's for those who want to go out and see if they can drive one in a demolition derby but are too worried about spending all that money on a 'vette to find out.”
“Did DJ Carter really do that?”
“Yeah, sorta.”
“With his face? I mean, his face is really messed up.”
“Where's DJ?”
“Over by the door, the last I saw.”
I headed that direction. When I saw DJ, he smiled, I saw the big bruise on his forehead and asked, “Did you do that to my hood with your forehead? I mean, that's the rumor.”
He laughed, “You know how they talk.”
“I heard. You ok?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“I will be.”
He looked at me, “I'm sorry.”
“Now, it's all better.”
“Have you seen Aaron?”
“He's always here a little bit right before the bell. I figured you'd know that.”
“Nah, I've not met him before.”
“Well, the best way to do that is to go by and pick him up. I mean, he got that Jimmy, but he usually rides with his dad and that's why they don't get him here that early. If you bring him, he'll be here sooner.”
“Thanks, I'll start doing that.”
Chris came over, “Did DJ and you really get into a fight and you throw him into your car?” He stopped and looked at DJ “You piece of trash. You fucked up his car!”
I said, “Chris, it's all better now. Be nice to him.”
“Your car looks like shit!”
“It's waiting on the parts.”
“You really threw him that far?”
“Nah, that's the rumor. The truth is he threw my phone and broke the hood. I served up a baseball and beaned him with it.”
“You what!”
“Yeah, so he's gotta be on the line otherwise who else will have that hard of a head.”
“What was the fight about?”
“Well, he and Aaron are boyfriends.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, they're boyfriends.”
“And you got jealous?”
“NO!”
“Then why get into a fight?”
“Oh Chris, I gotta take you to more of my fights from now on. You're way out of the loop.”
“No, we're not going to any more fights because you'll want to take my car and I'll tell you now, mine has a metal hood.”
“Cool!”
DJ laughed, “I see Aaron.”
He took off running, Chris looked at m and asked, “What was the fight over?”
“DJ tried being an asshole to me. I sort of made him see it wasn't in his best interests to be mean.”
“You know his dad's mafia, right?”
“Yeah, I started off the morning speaking to him on the phone. We hashed out the deal about how he was going to pay to repair my car and replace my phone. Then, I sort of told him I expected to see him at all our family functions and to bring a date. He's cool with that and we got along great after that.”
“You're cool with him being in the mafia?”
“Hey, you've got a family, and I've got Grant's family, what's a few more people invited to family functions?”
“Man, that's like gotta be like...so many people. You'd run out of chicken.”
“Let's pray they eat potato salad. If they do, they'll not be able to eat any chicken.”
He laughed, “Grant's going to shoot you if you make fun of his potato salad again.”
“It was terrible dude!”
“It wasn't that bad.”
“Not bad! I mean, you put some salad with the potato when you call it potato salad. I mean, I saved some and took it to his mom and she thought I made it! When I told her Grant made it, she nearly had the vapors from shock.”
“Vapors?”
“You know, that sort of thing where they gotta fan themselves and act like they're fainting on the sofa.”
“Hey, she's old. It was probably real! I mean, that house is so friggin' hot in there.”
“Well, I told her to try it and she did one smart thing. She said it'd probably glue her dentures shut. She gave it to Grant's dad. He was in a pickle because he thought she made it and he had to eat it and proclaim it good in front of her.”
Chris started laughing, “Oh man, you played a joke on him!”
“Yeah, you should have seen the faces he made before he said it was the best he'd ever eaten. Then, he asked her, “What'd you put in it honey, it's different this time?' I'll tell you, you should have seen her come unglued. I had to duck and run for cover.”
“You're terrible.”
“Nah, he had to admit I finally got one over on him. But, he asked me never to bring Grant's potato salad to any family functions. Of course, you know what I'm telling Grant to make from now on.”
Chris laughed, “You're mentally deranged. I like that in you.”
He looked at me and said, “You got laid!”
“Uh sorta.”
“Dude, how do you sorta get laid?”
“Well, with us, it's sort of like a two part equation. I do him and then, he's gotta do me for it to be a total lay thing.”
“I can't believe you just told me that. I could've went the rest of my life not hearing it.”
“Now, I gotta tell you, it's cool. All these times you were talking about titty fucking a girl, you should have been talking about sliding the weiner between the buns. That's where it's at dude.”
“Would you shut up already!”
“Nah, now dude, once you go to the crack, you'll never go back. I mean, it's like all cool.”
Chris said, “All these times I talked with you, you're suddenly going to make up for them with me, aren't you?”
“Yeah, I mean, haven't you ever thought about it?”
“With a dude? Oh hell no! I mean, dudes got hairy asses. That's gross. A girl has no hair on the jugs man.”
“Well, think about it.”
“I'll get sick. It's like eating a nice pizza and coming up with a hair in it. That's just gross.”
“Ok, but you're not knowing what you're missing.”
He said, “Jake, I love ya, but you take that side for me and do me the favor of hitting them all. You can wait until I'm dead to tell me about it and I'll be really really thankful.”
“Ok, but you really gotta know.”
Now, I knew this line of talking was totally grossing Chris out. I also know it was extreme pay back for all the times he equally grossed me about what he wanted to do with the girl right in front of him, but I just couldn't stop myself from teasing him.
I said, “Hey, guess what?”
“If it's another story about butt, I don't wanna hear.”
“No, this one is way better.”
“What is it then.”
“They fired the coach. We're going to have a new coach.”
“Who?”
“One guess, but I'll give you a big hint.”
“What's the hint?”
“If the new coach drops the soap, I'll be there.”
“Huh?”
“Who can teach you to score...if he taught me to score?”
“I'm like lost. You got your self laid and you're confusing it into the conversation.”
“Nah man, think about it.”
“I'm trying not to think about any old dude dropping the soap and making me see if I can score. That's your ball park.”
“Ok, it's my ball park.”
“So give a better clue.”
“You're blond, but he's really blond.”
“You're still getting your sex life into the mix up.”
“Yeah, so you're there but you're just not there.”
“Ok, forget the hints. Just tell me his name.”
“Grant.”
“Nah, dumb ass, that's your sex life. Who's he new coach?”
“Forget it. You'll see.”
“Thanks a lot. You yank me around with all this and then you won't tell me!”
“I told you. You're not believing.”
“I'm to believe Grant took the job as coach.”
“Yeah.”
“That's dumb.”
“What's dumb about it?”
“He's the mascot. You don't have mascots be your coach!”
“They're going to have student try out for the mascot position.”
“There's no student built that way.”
“Right, but that doesn't mean it can't be someone who's anemic.”
“Anemic? Talk about anorexic compared to Grant's body.”
“Well, yeah, but I'm not lying.”
“Ok turn around and I'll test you.”
“Ok, but you'll lose.”
“You got laid last night, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You're trying to have me believe you beat up DJ Carter last night.”
“Yeah.”
“And, you're expecting me to go to the football field and see your boyfriend being our coach.”
“Yeah.”
“You didn't laugh once. Either you've gotten good at the lying thing, or the world had shut down and I've gotta wake up from this dream.”
“It's not a dream.”
“I have a red Camaro?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh man, how are you going to handle it when he yells at you?”
“I'll probably play ball.”
“Or get really hateful and have him making us run laps until we're just not able to step another step”
“Never gonna happen.”
“How can you say that!”
“First of all, he's older than us. Second of all, he'd run beside us and third of all, you know he'd pass out long before us.”
Later that day....
“What the fuck man! You trying to kill us! What's up with that shit! HE's older! He's going to fall over dead way before us! Well dude, look around the field. It's riddled with the bodies of our team mates who are falling down.”
“Your still here, so shut up.”
“He's trying to get you to crack. So crack already!”
“Never! I'll see him fall. Step it up a notch.”
“What notch! I'm at the end of the notching post.”
“Then fall out. When you do, I'll start sprinting.”
“I'm here. Your supposed to not make me look bad.”
“Your non stop blubbering is killing me man. Shut it up!”
“Ok, then sprint. I'll keep up.”
“I pray you'll fall back so I don't hear you boohooing about it.”
I kicked it into sprint. Grant stepped it up and said, “As team captain, you're supposed to think of your team.”
“They're dropping like flies already. YOU'RE the one who forgot to bring them oxygen.”
“My mom can outrun them.”
“Yeah, but ask her to try doing it with potato salad in her system and she'll be dragging ass.” Chris said behind me.
Grant yelled, “Jeez, I made one mistake cooking for you and you never forget it!”
“Forget it? I mean, man, who so ever made potato salad with knox gelatine and unpeeled potatoes really needs to take home ec. That stuff was the newest form of concrete.”
I smiled, “Grant, it was good. Your dad loved every bite. I swear.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, he told me he had the farts for a week afterwards. He told me to never bring it to his house ever again.”
Grant turned and looked around us. “Chris, your co-captain. Jake, you're co-captain, the last guy fell.”
“Why'd you do it this way?”
“I gotta see if you can outrun them. I figure if they can see you out gunning them, they'll know you're a lot more stronger than them.”
Chris said, “Co-captain?”
“That's the best I can do. I know you and Jake could run laps all day and sometime, we've got to practice.”
Chris said, “One lap. We run it full sprint and I bet you he'll fall.”
I said, “Ok, you're on”
We went to high gear and I said, “Chris, you're doing this because you secretly want in his pants. Just realize you might get your thing off, but he's staring at your ass right now sizing you up to see if the can get that thing up your ass and how much lube it'd take.”
“Huh!”
“Look behind you, he's right behind you staring.”
Chris looked and I put it into high gear full sprint. Suddenly, I was forty feet ahead of him.
“Dammit!”
We went around and I got to the line and stopped. He came running up, “That wasn't right.”
“Either admit I'm captain or it's co-captains.”
“You had me paranoid.”
“Nothing to be paranoid about.”
“Uh huh.”
“Then what is it?”
“Have you seen what was flopping around in there?”
“Yeah, up close and personal. It's amazing when it's hard.”
“Dude, that's just not right!”
“Yeah it is. I mean, not only is the guy built, he's got the total package. And I love him.”
“Oh man, you had to say that.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you really?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn! You got it bad!”
“I got it oh so good.”
“Ok, I'll believe you but I don't want to think about it.”
“You know you like it.”
“No, seriously, I don't.”
“Hey, I heard about every girl you wanted to titty fuck for the last ten years. Now you can hear about the one man I want to get nasty with and you better like it.”
“Do you all get real into it?”
“Like bangin the headboard into it? Or, moving the bed out from the wall four feet into it? I mean, we've done both. It was awesome.”
We heard the whistle for us to draw up together.”
Grant asked, “What's it going to be fellas? Co captains, or One captain?”
I turned to Chris. He looked at me and I could see he wanted it bad.
“Captain. Chris will be captain.”
Chris looked shocked, I leaned in and said, “Don't say I never gave it to you in a way you couldn't give it back.”
He smiled, “Thanks.”
Grant smiled, “Ok, that's official. You guys see your captain and you know he outlasted most of you running. You also know he and Jake have been friends forever and you need to know they'll stand beside each other through thick or thin.
That Gentlemen is how I want this team. You fell individually, but you rose up and you're standing here as a group. Not a one of you offered to help your fellow man, and if you had, I would have stopped the running and told you your team didn't need a captain. You think about that because that's the last time I want you to see your fellow team mate fall before you're there to catch him and carry him to the end.”
I looked around and all of the pride I had in that win with Chris evaporated. He looked down too and said, “Man, I feel like dirt.”
Grant said, “Guys, you feel bad because you're thinking as individuals. You ARE NOT individuals out here. It takes you being a collective body and mind to be a TEAM. There are no prima donas here and there are no losers. You are ALL winners if you'd set your mind to that goal.
Now, I'm aware you had a coach you just lost. You lost him because he lost his direction. You lost him because he lost his team. He lost more than that because he lost focus. He was a loser because he didn't think as a part of the body...THIS BODY. The Spartans!”
I don't even know where it came from within me, but suddenly, I was doing a Spartan dance with a yell much to the sound of “Nun Guh”
A bunch of the other guys started doing the dance and we all went into a huddle. We joined hands into the center and started doing the 'nun guh' chant.
Grant came over and said, “What in the hell are you doing!”
“We're making our bond. Either get in or be left out.”
Grant took a flying dive into the center and we all caught him with our arms. Our hands were still joined together and Grant took ahold of my shoulder. He began to stand upright upon our hands and then gained altitude.
“That's right men, no one falls. Together, we'll soar to new heights. Now launch me!”
I yelled, “ON the count of three. Hut, TWO, THREE!”
We lifted and Grant was launched into the air. He came back down into Jared's arms. Jared sat him down and Grant yelled, “Out on the field to practice!”
Jared came over and said, “He's pretty light for being so big!” He had a huge smile. “You ok?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, let's have a good practice.”
We went out onto the field and Grant yelled, “Were going to practice punt returns. Jake, I want a good clean return and I want you to catch it.”
He turned and yelled, “Scott, I want you to punt it. Do it game style because there's no such thing as practice when we're trying to be real.”
He ran off the field and Scott hammered it up the field to me. I saw it coming down and caught it. Four of our guys joined together and we blocked our way through their line. One, two, and three guys were passed, Scott was up ahead and I saw three of our guys go stiff armed to block him. I held back and let them block way. They cleared and I ran it in.”
I did my Hawk screech and then did the wing soar. When I was done, I ran down the field to Grant.
“Excellent work guys. Defense, that was pathetic. You should have been giving it your all to get him. Would you do that in a game?!”
“Nah.”
“Then do it over and this time, I want a hundred percent. You don't hold back, because the next time I'll determine how many percent you held back and we'll have that many laps ran. Alright?”
Grant whistled and ran off the field, Scott kicked it and this time I caught it at the forty yard line at a full run. I had a guy on me and did a lateral pass to Sojo. Sojo ran it forward and I ran up to block him. A large guy came at me and I stiff armed his face mask. His head snapped back and he turned away from me. Sojo ran it on in.
I went back and patted Wenkler on his pads. “You ok Wenk?”
“Yeah, I didn't expect you to have so much force.”
“It's real.”
“I figured that out when my head about landed in the end zone.”
Grant came out, “Guys, you've got returns down. Everyone gather around.”
Everyone gathered and Grant said, “The punt return is where a game's spirit is made or lost. If you take it on in, you'll have a psychological advantage. They know that and they're going to try doing it to you also. Never underestimate the psychological damage an opponent can do to you. You might be littler, but you can strike hard. You might be bigger and sack their quarterback. It's all about that advantage. Never hold back from using it and you won't be sorry.”
Grant paused and said, “Guys, a lot of you know I went on to college and played. They kicked my ass because they got the psychological edge. What you don't know is I got them back.
Now, I'm going to tell you a game where I got that edge. You see how it got used and you'll know I intend to get you there.”
He paused and said, “A lot of you know I'm gay. I'm not hiding it and you sure as hell shouldn't hide it here. What you don't know is some girls are drawn to that because they see us as being changeable.
What I did was I had a gal friend who had dated a lot of the players on the opposing team. WE talked and I asked her to tell me what the quarterback of the opposing team was built like below the belt. She thought I was hot for him, so she told me.
The next game, I went out on the field and we had me there to pick the coin toss and him. He was full of bravado and the referee tossed the coin. It landed and he called heads. It came up heads.
I looked at him and said, “It's a shame that silver dollar is bigger than your nuts.” He looked at me and I said, “Grade A small cup man, that tells me there's nothing down there.”
Well, the guy walked away and I knew I was in his head. He kept looking at me and I knew it was working on him. Well, I saw him staring at me and I held up the tips of both of my thumbs together and he stared. That's when I pounded my fists together like I was meaning to crush his nuts.
What's funny and ironic is the very next play when he was out on the field, our guys sacked him and I guess they really hammered his cup. He had to feel the jar of it and when he got up, he hobbled off the field. He stared at me and I hammered my knuckles together.”
A lot of the guy laughed.
“Now, I'll tell you this. I waited and I knew they were into a drive. He stared over and I hammered my knuckles together. He, of course, thought I had a contract with our defense upon his nuts. What he didn't know was it was all a psyche out on his part.
Of course, he protected his nuts and our guys disrupted that drive and later, we won the game. All because of that psyche out.”
He paused and said, “I'm your coach. I'll tell you I want an edge. I don't care how you get the edge, but I want it. IF you've got family in that other town, I want to know. If you hear anything about that other team, I want to know. I want to know if one of their guys stubbed his toe last night because that'll mean he's protecting that toe from being stepped on. If I find out, you best believe I'll be telling all of you who he is and what toe to aim for. I want him to be off that field so they're down to their second string. It means and edge and it means an advantage for you.”
We all shook our heads yes, and I asked, “What if we can't get the goods on them?”
“Jake, you're at an advantage. The second we go into a game where we don't know squat, I'm going to have the announcers start plugging you played tennis there and you beat such and such and so and so. I want them to know we already beat them on one field and we'll do it again. Hell, for good measure, I'll probably even have you go out and have a half time thing of seeing if they can out throw a football up against you. It gives us the edge and when we've got it, we'll have them where we need them.”
I nodded, “Good, if you need, I've got my tennis trophies. You can use them if you need them.”
“Nah, what I want is for you to remember who the little trophies came from and if we play them, I want you to go out and tell them their trophy sucked, but you'd do it all over again just to beat them again.”
The guys laughed, Grant added, “Guys, here's what I won't do. I will not jack you around. That means I'm not going to fake you guys out and deface our school property in order to have you guys thinking it was the opposing team doing it. A lot of coaches will do that stuff to try psyching up their team, but all it does is gets horse shit on their school steps and green dye in their showers. However, if you can come up with some really good ideas, we'll have them put to use and we'll do all we can to make them sorry they messed with a Spartan.”
Jared raised his hand. Grant said, “Yeah Jared.”
“Coach, I think we should have a pep rally the last period of our classes on Friday when we've got a home game. It'll fill our stands and it'll make all of our school real involved.”
Grant nodded, “Good plan Jared, but I'll go one better. How about we have a pep rally for every game and we provide fan buses to go to those away games so we take our crowd with us? We'll fill our stands there and their team will see we're real supportive of our team.”
Everyone smiled and started cheering.
Grant said, “Guys, the school administration is going to be behind us because they know you guys are special. They know this year is our year and your record already has us three and oh.
Tomorrow's game is home. It's against Hannibal and they've got a lot of people to pick and choose from in their school. They pick the plow boys from the farms and they use them as their front line. Does that mean anything to me? No, it means they're bigger, but that also means they're slower. You're littler and your quicker. I'll tell you a big guy will fall just as far as a little guy. They both fall DOWN.”
He paused and said, “I'm going to give you a tip. John Bringer is their coach. I know the guy from college, but I'll also tell you something.”
He paused again and said, “John Bringer is a bigot. He yells, curses, and screams at his guys and he has them feeling like dirt. He'll degrade his guys on the field, at half time, and after a game all the way home. A lot of his guys won't ride that bus because of all the ways he treats them.
What I want is you guys to pay attention to who he yells at and give that guy support. You lay it on thick and I want you guys being really supportive of each other and that guy. I want them to wish they played for us and I want them to see we're nice people.”
He smiled, “Now why am I telling you guys this?!”
I stood up, “Because their coach will see us as coddling them and he'll ride them more.”
“You're right. It's a mindset and it's an advantage. If that player thinks you're better than his own coach, he's not going to hit as hard. If he doesn't hit as hard, you can move him where you need him and get through the line. If you do that enough times, I guarantee you they'll give up defense to us and we'll score points.”
I stood up and said, “Guys, I need to forewarn you about something.”
Grant looked at me and I said, “Hannibal brings a friggin' cannon with them to their football games. It's loud and it's used as a diversionary tactic because it's sudden boom will shake the whole stands and have us afraid of it. IF they think we're afraid of it, they'll try to make those touchdowns in order to get that edge. They prepare with the thing, so they're used to it. We need to know it's going to happen and we need to be prepared.”
Grant said, “Oh man, I'm glad you brought that up. Here's what they use guys.”
He ran into the field house and came out with a bunch of huge fire crackers. “These are M-80's. It's like an eighth of a stick of dynamite and it's loud. They put it into the cannon and they try to startle. I'll throw a couple of these and you'll probably hear car alarms go off.”
He lit one and threw it towards the track. It hit and all the guys jumped.
Grant smiled, “Guys, that's their tactical advantage. Now, what's our advantage?”
I looked at Chris and at Jared and shrugged, Grant said, “Guys think.”
I was really thinking. He finally said, “Guys, this is our field. They have to set that thing up where we tell them it's ok. It's got to be out away from the track and it's got to be aimed away from the the crowd. Now, you guys think about it and you tell me what a cannon has which makes it vulnerable.”
I guessed aloud, “Their people who light the fuse?”
Grant said, “Think again.”
Jimmy Johnson asked, “What's it made of?”
“Steel.”
“Magnets?”
“No, but I like that thought.”
Someone else said, “It's on wheels?”
“No, but you're thinking right. I'll save you time so you guys can see how I hope to gain an edge.”
He paused and said, “Each cannon has an opening. If you guys could get someone over there with seltzer bottles or a clown crew who can shoot water into that barrel, the fuse will go out in the moisture down that barrel and it'll be useless as a tactical edge. If you can think of something better, then tell me.”
DJ said, “Coach, foam sticks to the inside. If they try dumping out water, it'll dump out. With foam, it clings to the inside of the barrel and makes a big mess if something explodes in there.”
Grant smiled, “Soapy water. We need a lot of soap in the water we spray at that cannon and it'll turn their cannon into a giant bubble squirter. They'll shoot it off and a giant bubble will appear and then, our people will start laughing.”
Chris said, “Coach, we need about three guys dressed up as clowns who will run out on the field with a gun that shoots out the word “Bang”. Our people will laugh and they'll lose their edge. We can have one of the clowns hold his ears and have another cover his eyes and the other can pretend to pee his pants.”
Grant smiled, “Guys, that's amazing! We need that because it'll not only make our people laugh, but it'll make their people laugh too. They won't be able to get back that response and it'll piss that man off further.”
I asked, “Can we have our clowns mimic his yelling and behavior? It'd make him see he's being an idiot.”
Grant nodded, “Good thinking. We could have the clown go out and pretend to be kicking dirt at the guys shoes and then, we can have another of our guys run out with a broom and pretend to sweep off his shoes. It'll be cool because we're saying a lot through comedy.”
Jared said, “We need the good guy clown to be dressed as a Spartan. We want to demonstrate the good guy is us. ”
Grant nodded, “Ok, let's see if we can get people involved.”
I said, “Aaron doesn't play football, do you think he'd be up for being one of them?”
Grant nodded, “Could be. What about Robbie Musselman?”
Someone said, “Now there's a clown.”
I smiled, Chris said, “Coach, Robbie might be the one portrayed as the bad guy. No one really likes him much.”
Grant's forehead frowned, “Ok, well, lets think of other things we can do.”
Jimmy Johnson said, “Guys this is stupid. It's a lot easier than that. IF we do all the scoring and they don't, that damned cannon doesn't get shot off. You need to think about that because you're all pretending they're going to be winning.”
Grant nodded, “Thanks Jimmy. I'm glad someone saw the error of our ways.”
He turned and said, “The game tomorrow night is going to require a lot of short passes and a lot of running. If you guys can get to the end zone, Jake can get it to you, but it's going to require getting through their guys.”
Grant said, “Guys, here's one thing I want you guys to practice. Our offensive line needs to be out on the field and we need double our defensive line out there.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me, both first and second defensive line out on the field.”
Our guys lined up and then Grant said, “We're going to practice with the offensive linemen being double teamed. Offense, it's your goal to not let them through. Defense, you know your job.”
I felt immediately vulnerable. Not only was Grant telling them to play a hundred percent, but he was stacking the deck against me....well, against our whole offensive line.”
I yelled, “Huddle!”
Grant yelled, “What the hell!”
“Time out!”
He smiled, “Ok, I didn't make the rules there wasn't time outs.”
We huddled and I said, “Guys, here's the plan. He's double teaming us to see how well you guys can hold the line. Now, if we're fighting tough opposition, they'll get through, we know that. So, what do we do?”
“Hold the fucking line man!” Jared yelled.
“Jared, you'll wear yourselves out. If we do that, we'll hold it for two maybe three quarters and then, we'll suddenly have me being sacked because you guys are plumb worn out.
If you want my opinion, I think we need to let them through and get you guys down the field. I can run back and throw that far, so it's an option. What do you guys think?”
Chris said, “It's an offensive strategy which they'd learn our defense to their offensive would be to have Jake be the last line. IF we're running down the field, then he's got a lot more options and that team will suddenly start being leery of us all letting them through because we'll have a higher score.”
Jared looked at me, “I'm going to protect you.”
“Ok, all the rest of you guys go forward. Ready! Break!”
We went forward and I said, “Ok, on three.”
The ball got snapped and the line immediately let them through. I ran back and got nearly to the end zone before I saw Jimmy Johnson very clearly opened. I threw it and then stepped back into the other end zone.
One of their guys yelled, “Safety!”
I said, “You're lying!”
“Bullshit man.”
“Ok, I'll call an instant replay. Besides, Jimmy Johnson just ran it in. IF I stepped back before it was thrown, you're right. If I didn't, I'll step off until you run ten laps.”
“Huh!”
“You heard me. Video doesn't lie. You willing to wager on it?”
“Fuck no man, I've ran enough today.”
“Well, just the same, I want you to see that video tape. I know what I did and for your confidence, I'll have you see it.”
He smirked, “You that sure?”
“I'm so sure, I'll run that ten laps with your fat ass on my back. Now, You want to carry me around?”
Seth Conners stepped forward, “Don't do it man. I saw him. He released it and then stepped back.”
The guy said, “I want to see the video tape.”
“Cool.”
I went over to Grant. They want to see the video to see if I went into safety before I threw. I didn't, but he doesn't want to wager.”
His eyes told me he knew the story. He instantly said, “Ok, full defensive line step forward.”
I went up the stairs to the booth. I saw the guy up there and said, “We need a replay of my footwork on that last play.”
“Why?”
“They said I went safety. I know I didn't.”
“Oh man, you were in. You threw it and stepped back.”
“You know it. Some of them knows it. BUT, one of them doesn't. Let's show it over the scoreboard and prove to them they can have confidence in me.”
He backed up the tape and said, “Ok, it's about to show.”
I whistled through my fingers. Grant turned and I pointed at the score board. The play began to replay and it clearly showed I threw it and then stepped back.”
Grant nodded and said, “Ok, now look at that yardage thrown. That's nearly a hundred yards. Defense, you owe me a push up for every yard he threw. Give me twenty now, and then, I'll take twenty until we have it worked off.”
“Oh man!”
I went down to Grant, “What's this about?”
“This is about me possibly being told to request a replay. No, we don't get video replay, but if you get to the pros, they'd be penalized for that bum call and I'd have egg on my face plus get one of our replay calls wasted. They need to know I'll hold good calls made, but I'll penalize for bad calls.”
I said, “Ok, but that's not right.”
“As a team, we all suffer. Don't be complaining because if this were a normal practice, you'd be doing push ups beside these men.”
I dropped and counted off twenty. I stood up and said, “Offense, drop and give him twenty.”
Grant smiled and shook his head. Chris came over and said, “What for!”