League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

A/N - As noted at the start of Chapter Nine, this eleventh chapter will be taking place at least a couple of years after the events of Chapter Ten. This is the penultimate chapter with the twelfth and last chapter taking place in the future again.

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"How are you, Danny?" Brian asked as I walked into his office. It was the first day officially back at training after the summer.

"Got to be honest. It still stings even after a couple of months. Guess it will until we finally win one."

"We've been building and building, Danny. We made the Grand Final last year. And we ran them close. We finished equal top of the ladder at the same time and were only denied the Minor Premiership on for and against. This year, we win the whole thing. Minor Premiership and then we win the Grand Final. Finally put decades of hurt to rest."

"I'm not sure what hurt the most. Losing the Grand Final or being whitewashed in the State of Origin."

"Well, you were injured for the second and third games and had only lost the opener in Brisbane by a couple of points. Just make up for it this season as I know for a fact that you'll be the first name picked by Madge."

I couldn't help but grin. "Thanks, coach. What about you? Still retiring at the end of the season?"

"It's why this season is ours. You all get your winners' medal, and I can finally go out at the top. I told the board that I won't be leaving until I either win the title or they decide to sack me."

I enjoyed catching ...

... up with my teammates and going through our paces over the next couple of hours. Some of us were simply teammates, but there were a few that I'd developed genuine friendships with since I joined the club. Billy was still part of the fabric of the club, and despite the considerable gap in our ages, he was now one of my best friends. And he still liked to joke about my personal life. He didn't know about the incest, but he was aware of my relationship with Kim, Wendy and Rebecca.

I'll admit that I'd been down in the dumps after losing the Grand Final the year before for quite a few weeks. We hadn't coasted through the finals series, but after our issues in previous years, we'd beaten the opposition handily in the Qualifying Final before putting in one of our best performances of the year in the Preliminary Final. It had been a tight game, but we showed nerves of steel whenever we were backed onto our own tryline. We had all the momentum as we prepared for the Grand Final, but on the day itself, I think it was the nerves and the pressure.

Our fans were magnificent at the full-time whistle, continuing to chant for us as we shook hands with the victors. We might have lost, and it fucking hurt, but they'd seen our improvement season after season. Fans who had supported the club for decades were seeing the sort of success they likely only dreamed about.

Heading up onto the stage to accept our losers' medals wasn't fun, and having to make a speech after coming so close was ...