SteVo+ 3,702 Posted May 10, 2015 Knights of Andreas Part III Based on Characters Created by: badgers Bangy Barracuda Bay BigBen07 BwareDware94 Chernobyl426 DonovanMcnabb for H.O.F eightnine FartWaffles Favre4Ever JetsFan4Life Maverick monstersofthemidway OAK RazorStar RevisFan81 Sarge seanbrock SteVo Thanatos19 theMileHighGuy Vin Zack_of_Steel Chapter Twenty-Eight – Empty The flight lands in Los Angeles at 6:32pm Pacific time. Players disperse for the night, Maverick among them, bidding goodbye to no one and speeding home in his Audi. He cruises through traffic and arrives home at 7:35, just at sunset. No lights are on; the mansion is dark among its gated community counterparts. Maverick turns off the security system and locks himself in. In his first three years in the league, he would always come home after a game and head straight to the shower, with Brandi usually accompanying him for some celebratory (or condolence) sex. Now, after week one of year four, he starts a new ritual. He plops down on the couch and turns on the seventy-inch television. Already on NFL Network, he doesn’t need to change the channel. “…finally back, folks, and week 1 is already just about in the books. The Giants and Cowboys are at halftime, so let’s continue with highlights of today’s action…” Maverick considers getting up for a drink but stays on the couch and watches all the highlights and commercials until they get to Knights/Colts. “…Maverick, back to pass, can’t find anyone, just lofts it downfield, but it’s overthrown for Jefferspin-Wilkes.” “Yeah, the Knights offense was just unable to generate anything consistently in the first half. It took them too long to get going, and in the end, that was the difference…” Maverick absorbs hours of coverage, about the Knights and the rest of the league, eventually getting up to shower and pass out on his bed, alone in the mansion. Jonathan wakes up after finally falling asleep for a few hours. It’s barely sunrise, must be around seven in the morning. He gets out of bed and smells coffee on his way down the staircase. Before he reaches the kitchen, he sees Brandi, boxing things up in the living room. “You’re getting an early start,” he says. “Couldn’t sleep,” she says. “Might as well.” He steps closer as she groups some DVDs together. “Brandi, just…just stay. A few more weeks. I know you’re going, but you don’t have to rush it, you know?” “Jonathan, I made up my mind.” “At first you said June. It’s only April.” “Jonathan.” She looks him straight in the eye. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry. Let’s not have this conversation again.” “Right. Yeah, you’re right.” He retreats to the kitchen and pours a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar? Not today. He takes a sip, swallows it, then slams the mug down in the sink, splashing some of it onto the countertop. Fuck this. He jogs back upstairs to find his phone, low on battery. He must have forgotten to charge it last night. Oh well. He’s only got three calls to make. The first one rings five times before an answer. “Hello?” “D-Jam, it’s Maverick.” “Mav? What the fuck, dude, it’s—” “I’m heading to the practice field. I’ll see you there.” “Hold up, hold up. First of all, it’s…seven in the fucking morning. Fuck, man. Second of all, we practiced yesterday.” “And we’re practicing today. We have work to do. I’m calling Alex and Logan now. I’ll bring the balls.” “Yeah, you’ve got balls, alright.” Tuesday morning, the Knights begin preparation for the Jaguars, their first home game of the season. To start things off, Maverick and his receivers throw the usual passes, staying in sync. Their offseason work has paid off in practice—Maverick hits Wilkes and Johnson in stride on everything—but that didn’t make a difference last Sunday. It has to against Jacksonville. Starting 0-2 cannot happen. Coach Everett watches closely. He knows the offense needs to try other ways to offset the loss of Bishop, arguably the team’s best receiver but certainly its most reliable one. “Nice throw, Mav,” Everett says periodically, intermixed with “Nice catch, Alex” and “Nice catch, D-Jam.” From the sideline, Logan Bishop leans on his crutch and watches his teammates practice. Maverick looks good, and he’s hoping to be on the receiving end of his passes this Sunday. When Everett announces a short break, the players jog to the sideline for some water. “Looking good, Mav,” Bishop says. “Can’t wait to get out there.” “Yeah, take your time,” Wilkes says. “We’re still in preseason, you know.” “Give it a rest, D-Jam,” Maverick says. “Whenever you’re healthy, Logan.” Bishop nods. “Seriously, though, hurry the fuck up.” Everyone savors one last gulp of water and jogs back onto the field. Covert and subtle so nobody notices, Bishop puts a little pressure on the right ankle, testing it—feels okay. He’ll try jogging on it later this week with the hope of suiting up Sunday, if only in a limited capacity. He’s currently listed as doubtful. Four days into free agency, Logan Bishop faces a slightly underwhelming market. Fresh off his 28th birthday and a breakout season, he should be getting the career contract every NFL player seeks. But so far, offers average three years, hovering between twelve and fifteen million in total value. The Knights still have their original offer of five years, twenty-four million on the table, but Bishop hasn’t seriously considered them yet, still not sure what to think of Merle Harden as head coach. His preference remains the Chargers for a reunion with Coach Daniel, but their offers have been small, Antonio Gates limiting their need for another tight end. After pondering over all his options, he sets up a meeting with Coach Harden. Bishop needs to know whether the Knights are a legitimate option or not. Through his agent, he arranges a time as well as a place: Harden’s home. Bishop arrives, sees a single car in the driveway, and spots Harden there to greet him at the door. “Come on in, Logan. There’s still a few boxes here and there because I’ve been too damn lazy to clean up, but make yourself at home.” An hour later, an agreement is reached. Bishop feels content playing for Harden given his insistence to leave the offense alone as Daniel did for the defense—to a degree. Bishop’s agent makes contact with Chance Phillips, and terms are decided: two years, nine million. Except the second year will contain no guaranteed money, a de facto player/team option, a gentlemen’s agreement that if Bishop doesn’t like playing for the Knights, they’ll either cut or trade him. If he does, they can work on a longer extension next offseason. The financial details are finalized, and Logan Bishop is a Knight through 2014. After one quarter to get their first glimpse of the 2013 Knights in beautiful, sunny weather, fans at Farmers Field like what they see. The home team leads, 10-0, as the second quarter begins. For Maverick, it’s a complete turnaround from last week. Despite Bishop’s absence, the Knights offense operates flawlessly. Maverick’s primary reads all break open, and he hits them with precise timing. Even better, he hasn’t been touched in the pocket. And despite double coverage, he’s managed to hit Wilkes for a few deep passes. Nothing like playing the Jaguars to get back on track. From his executive suite, Chance Phillips takes studious notes on his team, though he still enjoys this performance. He watches as Maverick hands off to Jerome Jaxson, who surges up the middle for a twelve-yard touchdown. As the stadium celebrates, Phillips enjoys a moment to relax, proud of the real reason for the Knights’ competent run offense. Two years ago, management identified offensive line as the team’s biggest weakness. Today, it is a strength. Brian Penner is obviously the star of the group, but second-year guards Chase Grodd and Kevin Zeitler are picking up where they left off. And if the preseason is any indication, left tackle Jared Veldheer is blossoming into a stud. That leaves right tackle Khalif Barnes as the weak leak, but he’s far from a bad player. The Jaguars offense comes on the field facing a 17-0 hole, and Phillips thinks about all the new faces on defense. Most notable are the Knights’ top two draft picks this year: outside linebacker Jamari Price and defensive tackle Wesley Mann. After the fiasco with Daniel and Schneider nearly pushed Phillips to the brink of quitting, he got back to what he does best: scouting. The result, he feels, is his best draft class yet. Price was something of an atypical pick for Phillips: a rising star who flashed his physical ability at the combine and shot up draft boards accordingly. The Knights had him ninth on their big board and didn’t expect him to get out of the top twelve, but when he was there for the sixteenth overall pick, Phillips took the best player available. So far, Price has had a disappointing start to the season, not surprising for a rookie as raw as he is. When Brock returns from his four-game suspension, he should be reinserted as starter, but he is notoriously unreliable, which is why Phillips backloaded his contract, and why he drafted an outside linebacker in the first place. Most of Brock’s non-guaranteed money pays in the final two years of his four-year deal. It’s not unrealistic to expect him to get in more trouble down the line, at which point he can be cut and a more polished Price will take the job for good. Mann, on the other hand, rides the bench while Damian “Anthrax” Jones starts at nose tackle. Mann was another best-player-available pick, but drew even more ire from Harden, who insisted Jones was a capable starter. But Jones was the 2012 draft’s 95th overall pick for a reason. Mann had a better college career and has a higher ceiling in the NFL. Still, Jones starts over Mann, which is Harden’s call. The stadium cheers for an interception on a deep pass attempt, and the Knights offense returns to the field. Phillips makes a note and resumes his train of thought. Elsewhere on the defense, veteran free agent signings occupy two other starting spots: right end Gregory Vance and strong safety Sebastian Stevenson. Both came cheap on three- and two-year deals respectively, and both were handpicked by Harden. Vance is a mediocre player, but the Knights didn’t have any alternatives; Stevenson played with Harden in Carolina and never reached his potential as a coverage safety, but he essentially takes Chet Ripka’s old role in aiding the run defense. Overall, Phillips has spent years building a young, talented team. Gone are the overpaid veterans like Darren McFadden, Tommy Kelly, and Antonio Garay. The Knights have youth, energy, and most of all, potential. Perhaps more importantly, the team is still in great shape financially. Phillips has plenty of cap space and scored a big victory in the offseason when he inked Zack Grantzinger to a six-year, $40.6 million extension. Grantzinger is now a Knight through 2018, and a $6.8 million average salary is an incredibly fair price for one of the league’s best all-around linebackers and rising stars. Phillips snaps out of it, noticing a nervous buzz around the stadium. He sees a crowd gathered on the field for an injured player—it’s Alex Johnson. Here we go again, Phillips thinks. He still remembers missing out on Julio Jones in the 2011 draft, which led to the Knights getting Briggs Randall (no complaints) and then Johnson in the second round. He’s a solid receiver, but his ankles are made of glass, apparently. The training staff takes Johnson to the locker room, and Maverick is legitimately worried. They had just figured out a way to make it work without Bishop, and now no Johnson. Third-round rookie Ben Larkhill remains in the slot while seventh-round rookie Joseph Watson replaces Johnson outside. The Knights offense fails to score any more points in the first half, the defense yields only a field goal, the Knights take a comfortable 17-3 lead into halftime. With Alex Johnson declared out for the game, Coach Everett calls more run plays and screens in the second half, confident running out the clock will work with Harden’s defense on point. It does. If third-year quarterback Blaine Gabbert is going to take a step forward this season, it’s not happening today. The right side of Jacksonville’s offensive line gets abused by Sam Luck and Zack Grantzinger, forcing Gabbert to roll left on nearly every passing play. The run game is no better, as Maurice Jones-Drew gets no push from his offensive line. Just to cement their dominance, Griswold “Flash” Johnson and Malik Rose shut down the mediocre receivers they’re forced to cover and talk trash on every play. This riles up a few Jaguars receivers to the point of fisticuffs, and both Knights draw penalties. Together, Rose and Johnson rack up more penalty yards than they allow receiving yards, and both become targets for Coach Harden’s berating on the sidelines, though he secretly admires their play. Knights fans enjoy a dominating performance but must suffer through an unexciting second half where their offense musters only three points. Flash Johnson adds a pick six, however, and Jaxson takes a punt return to the house, so the Knights win comfortably, 34-10. Players head to the locker room to celebrate a satisfying victory—remarkably, their second in nine games, going back to last year. Coach Harden actually gives a short speech (if it can be called that) commending the players for not losing to a shitty team, and reminding them they have an extra day to prepare for next week: Monday Night Football in Denver. Celebration continues, and players change for post-game interviews. Jefferspin-Wilkes and Grodd try to organize a night out but struggle to find takers. Randall and Grantzinger both simply say no, and Penner says, “I’m too old for that shit. Have fun, kids.” “Man, nobody wants a good time anymore,” Wilkes says. “We need Brock back,” Grodd says. “He’d totally be down.” “Yeah, no—” Wilkes phone buzzes with an incoming call. He checks the number, then switches off the phone. “No kidding. Malik! You’re down, right?” “Sorry, fellas,” Rose says. “Got two baby girls to attend to.” “Family man,” Grodd says. “That’s understandable.” Wilkes scoffs. “Yo, Mav! Tell me you’re in. We gotta celebrate our first hook-up of the year. First of many!” “Hook-up?” Flash Johnson says. “I knew you guys were gay.” “I knew Flash would be down. Mav, let’s roll, man. Time to find yourself a new squeeze. Or some ass, at the very least.” “I don’t know,” Maverick says lethargically. “Hey guys,” Jerome Jaxson says, “I’m down.” A few players look at each other, uneasy. “Listen, Jerome,” Wilkes says, “we’re hitting up a singles bar. Might not be the best place for—shall we say—committed guys. You feel me?” “Oh. Right. Yeah, sure. Maybe next time.” “Yeah, next time, definitely.” Jaxson finishes dressing, frustrated. It seems over a hundred twenty all-purpose yards and two touchdowns doesn’t earn him any slack. Fine then. The stale taste of week one’s defeat in Indianapolis a distant memory, the 1-1 Knights prepare for their first AFC West matchup of the year with the 2-0 Broncos. The entire division, in fact, is 2-0, except for the Knights. It’s early in the season, of course, but so far, the Broncos look every bit like the Super Bowl contenders they’re supposed to be. This is just what Harden wants to hear; he relishes the chance to scheme and coach against quarterbacks like Peyton Manning. The Knights split their two matchups last year, but the loss was due to an offensive meltdown. Harden is confident his defense can keep Denver’s offense mortal. Meanwhile, Everett follows two sprained ankles closely. Logan Bishop is officially declared questionable, and trainers privately convey confidence he will be able to play in a limited capacity. Alex Johnson, meanwhile, is doubtful, and Everett designs his game plan assuming he won’t play. Denver has a solid defense, though the Knights will enjoy the absence of Von Miller, serving a six-game suspension. Day by day, Bishop’s ankle improves, wonderful news for Maverick, who doesn’t want to think about playing quarterback with one viable receiving target. Maverick spends most of his practice time with Wilkes, rehearsing the routes they’ve been practicing all offseason. Even in triple coverage, Wilkes can find a way to break free. Thursday Night, Andy Reid beats his old team and brings the Chiefs to 3-0. While the Knights enjoy an extra day of rest on Sunday, the Chargers lose a close game to the Titans, dropping to 2-1 and giving the Knights an opportunity to catch them (and Denver) with a win on Monday. Hours before kickoff, players jog around on the field in shirts and shorts, feeling the temperature drop and seeing the sun set. Among them is Logan Bishop, who catches passes from trainers. After awhile, however, his ankle feels stiff. He can’t jump off it at first, then it becomes difficult to put pressure on it. He alerts the trainers, who take him back to the locker room. Twenty minutes before kickoff, the Knights suit up in the locker room, donning their away jerseys. Word trickles down from the training staff and coaches: Bishop is out for the game. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Maverick says, finding Wilkes’ locker. “Looks like it’s you and me, brother.” “Let’s do it.” Down the hall, from inside an office full of empty desks and drawers, Merle Harden waits, hesitant to join his team and fiddling with his phone. “Coach,” Everett says, knocking on the open door, “it’s time.” “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Tom.” Everett nods and walks away. Out of time, Harden decides to dial the number. It rings a few times. Then again, then again. He sighs and waits for the familiar voice message to finish. “Hey, it’s me,” he says a few seconds after hearing the beep. “I know I called earlier, but—well, we’re on ESPN tonight, so you can watch us, if you want to—I don’t know, I…Well, I hope you’re watching. Tell Trisha I love her.” Just minutes later, Harden jogs onto the field with his team, facing boos from the idiot Broncos fans. As a coach, he has always been able to leave the bullshit in his life at the door and find peace on the field. Thankfully, the separation with Melinda hasn’t changed that. He breathes in the pre-game intensity and recalls his glory days of high school, coaching on Friday nights. If there’s one thing Harden dislikes about the NFL, it’s all the afternoon games. During the day, a football field is just grass and chalk. At night, it comes alive. Football is meant to be played under the lights. Second quarter, 8:34 to play, 10-3 Broncos. Knights ball, first and ten from the Denver thirty. Maverick drops back, sees Wilkes swarmed by defenders, and looks elsewhere. Blitzers come up the middle, so he rolls right. Jaxson is open in the flat. He dumps it off, and Jaxson cuts upfield for an eight-yard gain. Maverick still hasn’t thrown an incompletion, but he hasn’t attempted a pass over ten yards. With the Broncos blanketing Wilkes, the Knights’ passing attack has been reduced to a wave of checkdowns. Thankfully, Jaxson and Marcus Jameson are chewing up enough in the ground game to keep Denver honest. Jaxson takes a toss on second and two, but Robert Ayers breaks free off the edge and brings him down for no gain. Third and two. Coach Everett calls something Maverick likes: a double move designed to spring Wilkes on a deep route. The offense lines up and Maverick surveys the coverage. He fakes a handoff to Jameson and looks to Wilkes, who cuts left. He pumps, and Wilkes goes deep—a safety picks him up. Suddenly under pressure, Maverick desperately escapes the pocket and throws it away. The Denver crowd cheers as the Knights’ field goal unit jogs onto the field. Maverick finds a seat on the bench, waiting for Everett to show him pictures, when Wilkes storms over. “This is bullshit,” he says. “Fuckers are triplin’ me, man.” “Take it as a compliment,” Maverick says. “And don’t worry, we’ll break through.” By now, Maverick knows to remain patient. This game will be won or lost in the fourth quarter, not the first half. Janikowski nails the field goal. 10-6, Broncos. Still trailing with 2:12 left in the first half, the Knights defense lines up for third and one. Knowshon Moreno takes a carry up the middle. Damian Jones gets off his block and brings Moreno down for no gain. “Way to go, Damian!” Briggs Randall cheers. “Great play! Great stop!” Jones enjoys the praise for his first big stop of the year. He jogs off the field but sees the punt return team retreating to the sidelines. “Base set!” Randall yells. “Base set!” The Broncos line up to go for it. Harden scrambles to call a play. Randall yells it out to as many teammates he can. Manning lines up for a quick throw, seeing the defense frantic. His receivers run crossing routes, but windows are tight. Behind a clean pocket, Manning looks deep for Demaryius Thomas. He gets ready to wind up, but Marlon Martin comes out of nowhere and brings him down for a sack. Turnover on downs. The Knights sideline celebrates as some Broncos fans boo, and Los Angeles’ offense takes over with a chance to chip away at Denver’s lead before halftime. Third quarter, 4:20 to play, 12-10, Knights. Broncos ball, first and ten from midfield. Despite an offense only able to score field goals, Harden’s defense has kept Manning at bay again, shutting down big plays and notching nine pressures in the process. A big part of that success is Malik Rose, who has dominated Demaryius Thomas all night—though it hasn’t been easy. Thomas has imposed his physical presence on Rose (tried, anyway) and proven a challenge on every down, a welcome surprise for Rose. Finally, a worthy opponent. Rose shadows Thomas again, who runs deep, then cuts to the sidelines, apparently not expecting the ball. The rest of the Knights’ secondary has done the same. They look back in time to see Moreno running with the ball on a screen, clean blocking and open field in front of him. The stadium comes back to life as defenders in white jerseys pursue, but they can’t catch him. 17-12, Broncos. After failing to run down Moreno, Randall walks back to criticize his front seven, who inexcusably let that screen develop. Before he gets there, however, Grantzinger does it for him. “We’ve run that play a thousand fucking times!” Grantzinger says on the sideline. “Stay disciplined. Don’t be an idiot and forget what the play is!” Though he’s right, Randall doesn’t like him taking the initiative. Just because Grantzinger was voted assistant captain this year, doesn’t mean he can do what Randall does. The next Broncos possession, they take the field with the same lead as the third quarter ticks down. Harden does his best to hold firm; with the offense playing a game of dips and dunks, a two-score deficit would be disastrous. After stuffing two consecutive runs, the Knights line up for third and ten. Craving another sack on Manning, Harden calls a blitz. Manning takes the snap from shotgun. The blitz comes late, but Manning lofts it deep immediately, and Harden sees why: Eric Decker has gotten behind Flash, and he’s open by five yards. Remarkably, Flash surges ahead, closes the gap, and leaps into the air for a spectacular interception. Harden and the Knights sideline cheer, then Harden realizes he hasn’t heard a whistle. “Was he not touched? GO!” Flash realizes this and runs with the ball. An impromptu wave of blocking develops ahead of him, but he blows past everyone, flashing his remarkable speed to slide through arms of would-be tacklers on his way to the end zone. 18-17, Knights. With his sideline in chaos around him, Harden instructs Everett to call a play for the two-point conversion. After things settle down, he watches as Maverick searches desperately for an open receiver, only to loft a prayer into a crowd that ends up incomplete, and the Knights are still unable to reach the end zone on offense. The final minutes of an exciting Monday Night Football game tick away. On the bench, Maverick watches helplessly as the Knights give up a long, methodical drive at the hands of Peyton Manning that reaches the end zone with 2:13 to play. After a failed two-point attempt, it’s 23-18, Broncos. Maverick rises from the bench and soon has his offense in the huddle with two minutes to play, confident and composed. They’ve made it this far; there will be no meltdown. “Here we go, boys,” he says. “I know we haven’t hit anything big yet tonight, but guess what? This is all about the little stuff. One completion, one first down at a time. O-line, keep me on my feet and we’ll finally get to the end zone and win this thing. Let’s go.” Embracing the checkdown philosophy, Everett calls short passes, most of them near the sideline. Harden stands nearby, ready to use his two remaining timeouts when needed. Maverick hits his targets for quick passes, even finding Wilkes a few times on comeback routes, still being blanketed over the top. Two first downs later, the Knights reach their own forty with 1:19 to play. Maverick faces pressure and hits Zach Miller over the middle. Harden screams for a timeout, and the clock freezes at 1:10. Enough time to huddle up, Maverick calls the play and looks at Wilkes. “If you shake your man, I’m lobbing it up for you, even if there’s a safety over the top. Outman him and catch the fucking pass.” “You got it, Mav.” Second and three. Maverick sits behind a clean pocket and pumps to Wilkes on a double move—he breaks open, no safety over the top. This is it. Maverick steps up and lofts the ball to hit an open Wilkes in stride. He watches as the ball sails through the air, comes down much too short, and Wilkes is too far ahead to come back for it. Chris Harris runs it down and catches the game-winning interception. The stadium explodes in celebration. Maverick clutches his facemask, ready to gauge his own eyes out. He and Wilkes have hit that pass countless times this summer, but they can’t make it work when it counts. Actually, there is no “they.” Wilkes did his job. It’s Maverick’s own fault, he knows. He can’t make the throw when it counts. He’s the problem. As the defense comes back onto the field, Harden crosses his arms and accepts defeat. His last timeout won’t stop kneel-downs from ending the game. It’s over. After another quiet flight home, the team disbands in Los Angeles. Once every player has gone, Harden says good night to his coaching staff and drives home. Facing little traffic, he arrives quickly. “I’m home,” he says to no one in particular as he steps through the doorway. He hears no footsteps upstairs, no television in the living room. Nothing else to do, he opens the fridge and surveys his choices. Without much deliberation, he grabs the bottle of whiskey, not bothering to dig out a dirty glass from the sink. He sits on the porch and gazes to the west. Against the pitch-black darkness, he can’t see the mountains, but knows they’re there. He checks his phone for the tenth time since the plane landed: no voicemails, no missed calls. He tries his best to not think about football as he reclines and gulps whiskey, alone. 11 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bangy 19 Posted May 10, 2015 These are getting better as they go stevo loving the longer chapters. An Mav seemingly maturing.... Da Faq Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cherry 1,302 Posted May 10, 2015 “I’m too old for that shit. Have fun, kids.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Vin+ 3,121 Posted May 10, 2015 This was remarkably depressing. First time I've felt that after a chapter I think. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BwareDWare94 723 Posted May 10, 2015 These characters are showing tons of growth. I love it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thanatos 2,847 Posted May 10, 2015 Mav needs to stop forcing it to Wilkes. There is another receiver you can throw to, buddy. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
seanbrock 1,684 Posted May 10, 2015 Wilkes can't hang with Brock Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted May 10, 2015 Sit down, churruh Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ATL_Predator+ 1,196 Posted May 10, 2015 Yeah...the whole Mav thing about his wife leaving is depressing...but maybe a foreshadowing Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
seanbrock 1,684 Posted May 10, 2015 Plot twist, Logan Bishop has been banging her for months and it's the real reason he didn't want to sign with the Knights Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted May 10, 2015 Vin is a coldblooded fuck irl... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sarge+ 3,436 Posted May 11, 2015 I really like the longer chapters. I think I enjoyed reading this more more than most of the others so far. Good work, Steven. I'd like to see more of Phillips' personal life, but maybe that's planned in the coming chapters. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Maverick 791 Posted May 11, 2015 My woman left me, I can't make big-time throws, my teammates and coaches are losing faith... 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
theMileHighGuy 656 Posted May 11, 2015 So many lives fallin apart. Potential team conflict among captains. Crushing the shitty Jaguars. Idiot Bronco fans. Not D-Jam's fault. Great chapter Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted May 13, 2015 Thanks for all the positive responses, guys. This was definitely one of the sadder chapters. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites