|Gridiron Follies (standard:drama, 14821 words)|
|Author: Excelsior||Added: Aug 21 2012||Views/Reads: 2038/2922||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Gridiron Follies is a short story collection consisting of two stories both centered around the sport of Football. Fame looks at the life of a star athlete who rises from grass to grace, only to tumble back down to earth drastically. The story is told|
FAME The adulation. Their chants. Your name up in lights. You miss it don't you; wish you could relive those moments. Wish you could run on that field once again, adrenaline coursing through your body, crowd going crazy at the very mention of your name. Remember the first time we met. What was it? High school championship game I think. It was your coming out party. Prior to that game all that was being talked about was the opposing team's quarterback and how he was the best player in the state. You used that to motivate yourself, made a vow they'd remember your name after the game. You put up gaudy numbers that night, a performance that will forever be etched in the annals of history. I introduced myself as fame; you embraced me, letting me into your life without second guessing my intentions. We hit it off right from the get go. I in turn introduced you to agents, recruiters, boosters, groupies and many more. I admit not all of them had your best interest at heart, most of them saw you as a meal ticket. I should have prepared you better for what lay ahead, but you seemed to be enjoying your new found success too much. Anything I had told you at that point would have been in vain. The big schools came calling shortly afterwards. Your picture was in all of the magazines. I have to give it to you; you took it all in stride. You'd always wanted to be noticed, this was all working into your grand scheme of things. You chose Florida, said the weather and the women were too much to pass up on. By now we were inseparable, it was only right I came along with you for the ride. The first two years in college was tough for you. Opportunity to play was scarce, older players continually got the nod over you. You buckled under the pressure, almost transferred out of the school. Our relationship was strenuous; we weren't hanging out as much. You felt alone, you didn't want to associate with anyone. I commend you for your perseverance, not many could have dealt with what you did. You were the big fish in the pond that was suddenly dropped in an ocean where there were not only similar type fishes but much larger ones too. You missed home, you missed your folks. Kudos to you for sticking it out. You worked your ass off in the gym and made sure you were the last person off the field. It paid off! The coaches noticed the improvements. You had taken your mother's advice to heart and turned your frustration into motivation. Going into your third year, you were a completely different person on and off the court. The coaches rewarded you with the starting running back position, you answered by amassing the most rushing yards in school history. Many compared you with the greats in the game; your light was shining as bright as ever. You sought me out and I obliged. We were a tandem meant for each other. The parties started up again, the groupies were plentiful. You were the big man on campus and everyone wanted a piece of you. Your final year of college started off on the wrong foot. The media had compiled lists of Heisman hopefuls; many placed you in the middle of the pack. You felt insulted, after all you had played better than most on the list the previous year. You kept to yourself yet again, dedicating your time to improving your body and your game. It did wonders for you. Your ‘hit list' became quite notorious. I still chuckle when I think about it. You put down the names of everyone supposedly better than you, and went after whatever personal records they had set each week. You truly are a beast when motivated. Defenses tried desperately but failed miserably to hold you back. You lead your team not only to an undefeated record but they also won the championship due to your play. The Heisman trophy was yours, winning by a unanimous decision. You had proven every single one of your detractors wrong. It was time to move onto something bigger. Your sights were set on conquering the NFL. You were touted by many pundits to be selected first in the draft that year. Unfortunately for you, the team with the number one pick happened to be the Minnesota Vikings. You wanted no parts of them, the state and its horrid weather. You made it known from the get go that you wanted a warm weather city and were willing to do anything to play in such a climate. The hail storm of criticism was unrelenting. You hadn't even picked up a football but yet you had ticked off a lot of people. If only they understood how much you detested the cold climate. Was it too much of you to ask to play where you'd be comfortable? Despite all the backlash, your agent was able to make sure you'd get where you wanted. The Vikings picked you first but struck a deal with the Jacksonville Jaguars to get you to Florida. You were elated beyond reason when you found out what was about to go down. Once again you were back in Florida. Back in a familiar stomping ground. Some of the best days of your life were in that state, it was only right you went back there to pick up where you had left off. Draft night was one of the best nights of your life. It Click here to read the rest of this story (1079 more lines)
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