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| - | Alright! It's time for tryouts and you're pumped! You race down the halls and switch into your gear. As you rummage thorough your bag a pink note slips out. You turn it over and it's no other than your precious mother. The note is written in impeccable cursive reading, ''Sweetie, I know how nervous you've been this past summer, but I've seen what you're capable of! Just believe in yourself and you'll do fine. XOXO- Mom'' Wow your heart starts flooding with emotions, but you don't want to get ''too'' gushy, so you quickly shove the note back into your backpack. You head out to the fields to see Coach Fielder. Surprisingly, Coach Fielder is a woman, but she you couldn't tell from her plays. Her daddy was hoping for a boy when she was born; someone to teach the art of football, baseball, hockey, you name it. While he wasn't too thrilled when she was born; he eventually learned what was hanging down ones pants, didn't define them from kicking ass. So he taught her everything he knew, and she just soaked it up. To the point where ''she'' became the high schools star quarterback and an outfielder on the baseball team. All those heavy sports, though really affected her both physically and mentally. She's as jacked as a brick to the point she looks like a | + | Alright! It's time for tryouts and you're pumped! You race down the halls and switch into your gear. As you rummage thorough your bag a pink note slips out. You turn it over and it's no other than your precious mother. The note is written in impeccable cursive reading, ''Sweetie, I know how nervous you've been this past summer, but I've seen what you're capable of! Just believe in yourself and you'll do fine. XOXO- Mom'' Wow your heart starts flooding with emotions, but you don't want to get ''too'' gushy, so you quickly shove the note back into your backpack. You head out to the fields to see Coach Fielder. Surprisingly, Coach Fielder is a woman, but she you couldn't tell from her plays. Her daddy was hoping for a boy when she was born; someone to teach the art of football, baseball, hockey, you name it. While he wasn't too thrilled when she was born; he eventually learned what was hanging down ones pants, didn't define them from kicking ass. So he taught her everything he knew, and she just soaked it up. To the point where ''she'' became the high schools star quarterback and an outfielder on the baseball team. All those heavy sports, though really affected her both physically and mentally. She's as jacked as a brick to the point she looks like a male body builder in a woman's wig. This doesn't hurt her self-esteem though if anything it heightens it. If you even so whisper, "Ma'am, Ms., or Mrs., Fielder" she might as well string you to the wall and beat you to death. Because the speech that will entail about how she earned the title "Coach" is just as bad. After a vigorous warm-up it's time for some [[A Fall Stranger-drills!|drills!]] |
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Current revision as of 04:29, 7 February 2018
Alright! It's time for tryouts and you're pumped! You race down the halls and switch into your gear. As you rummage thorough your bag a pink note slips out. You turn it over and it's no other than your precious mother. The note is written in impeccable cursive reading, Sweetie, I know how nervous you've been this past summer, but I've seen what you're capable of! Just believe in yourself and you'll do fine. XOXO- Mom Wow your heart starts flooding with emotions, but you don't want to get too gushy, so you quickly shove the note back into your backpack. You head out to the fields to see Coach Fielder. Surprisingly, Coach Fielder is a woman, but she you couldn't tell from her plays. Her daddy was hoping for a boy when she was born; someone to teach the art of football, baseball, hockey, you name it. While he wasn't too thrilled when she was born; he eventually learned what was hanging down ones pants, didn't define them from kicking ass. So he taught her everything he knew, and she just soaked it up. To the point where she became the high schools star quarterback and an outfielder on the baseball team. All those heavy sports, though really affected her both physically and mentally. She's as jacked as a brick to the point she looks like a male body builder in a woman's wig. This doesn't hurt her self-esteem though if anything it heightens it. If you even so whisper, "Ma'am, Ms., or Mrs., Fielder" she might as well string you to the wall and beat you to death. Because the speech that will entail about how she earned the title "Coach" is just as bad. After a vigorous warm-up it's time for some drills!
