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"all i do is finesse, man."
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“Friday, October 23rd, 2020. The biggest game of our damn lives. I don’t recall any other high school team competing for a championship in their fifth year since opening. Yet here we are, 11 and 1, with a team full of dogs. Boys who want to win this. Boys I’m so dearly proud of…”
Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda. Kordei wasn’t one for the pep talks and found himself zoning out Coach Boyd at that line. The 25 boys seated all across the locker room bench were all men, and brothers he’d fought with throughout a long, and tiring season. They’d argued, fought, and battled for every bit of where they were now. Kordei was convinced that everyone here was already with the shits, and was almost 100% sure Coach was just rambling off a speech from a past role he’d had during his acting days. They didn’t need this.
His attention was more so focused on what was awaiting them out on that field. The inside of the school had been decorated greatly with black, green, and white streamers, balloons, posters, and more. It was an amazing feeling for Dei as he walked through what felt like his hall for the day, greeted by the Student Council who’d arrived early to set everything up. The walk past the back parking lot felt longer than usual, the field held much more significance to him as he approached it. . . “This is what senior night feels like, huh?” He’d thought to himself. While pressure didn’t tend to get to him, they had to win tonight, or else it’d have felt like the whole season went to a waste. Like the pressure of balancing his music, and football was all for nothing.
Changing, taping up, and just the general game preparations were much more quiet compared to the usually rowdy Hawks team. Hell, some of his guys had even teared up too. But now it was game time, and everybody was zoned in. Geared up in their helmets, pads, gloves, and jerseys, the Hollywood Arts team walked down the dark tunnel exit. Outside, the stadium lights of the secondary school arena dimmed to near darkness, the music fading out into quiet. Any second now they’d be introduced onto the field, and the game would begin. Kordei whispered quietly to himself,
mood excited, anxious
location h.a. football stadium, tunnel entrance
tag(s) everybody
mention(s) everybody
outfit game time
Kordei Grant.
“Friday, October 23rd, 2020. The biggest game of our damn lives. I don’t recall any other high school team competing for a championship in their fifth year since opening. Yet here we are, 11 and 1, with a team full of dogs. Boys who want to win this. Boys I’m so dearly proud of…”
Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda. Kordei wasn’t one for the pep talks and found himself zoning out Coach Boyd at that line. The 25 boys seated all across the locker room bench were all men, and brothers he’d fought with throughout a long, and tiring season. They’d argued, fought, and battled for every bit of where they were now. Kordei was convinced that everyone here was already with the shits, and was almost 100% sure Coach was just rambling off a speech from a past role he’d had during his acting days. They didn’t need this.
His attention was more so focused on what was awaiting them out on that field. The inside of the school had been decorated greatly with black, green, and white streamers, balloons, posters, and more. It was an amazing feeling for Dei as he walked through what felt like his hall for the day, greeted by the Student Council who’d arrived early to set everything up. The walk past the back parking lot felt longer than usual, the field held much more significance to him as he approached it. . . “This is what senior night feels like, huh?” He’d thought to himself. While pressure didn’t tend to get to him, they had to win tonight, or else it’d have felt like the whole season went to a waste. Like the pressure of balancing his music, and football was all for nothing.
Changing, taping up, and just the general game preparations were much more quiet compared to the usually rowdy Hawks team. Hell, some of his guys had even teared up too. But now it was game time, and everybody was zoned in. Geared up in their helmets, pads, gloves, and jerseys, the Hollywood Arts team walked down the dark tunnel exit. Outside, the stadium lights of the secondary school arena dimmed to near darkness, the music fading out into quiet. Any second now they’d be introduced onto the field, and the game would begin. Kordei whispered quietly to himself,
“Showtime.”
mood excited, anxious
location h.a. football stadium, tunnel entrance
tag(s) everybody
mention(s) everybody
outfit game time
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