League of His Own Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 12

... throughout my career.

After the Parramatta players were given their medals, it was time for the Rangers players to receive their rings before we were given the trophy. It was quite the process, and I could see the sheer joy and somewhat relief on the faces of my teammates. I was the last to receive a ring before I was handed the trophy, walking over to stand in front of my teammates before I lifted the trophy into the air. Fireworks behind us erupted as confetti started to rain down on our heads. Champagne was sprayed, lots of hugs. Then we sat down with the trophy and sang the team song loud and proud.

There were the usual interviews with players from both sides. The coaches would be interviewed in the media centre once the celebrations died down. We did the usual lap of honour with the trophy, greeting our fans. And no one missed the moment I was greeted by my wife and family.

Mum eventually switched off the replay as I relaxed back on the couch. "Still riding that wave, sweetie?"

"It's a shame that I retired from rep. footy a couple of years ago as I reckon that on my performance in the Grand Final alone that I would have received a call up."

"Well, I think my husband was magnificent," Kim whispered, kissing my cheek.

"And he certainly got more than one girl over the next couple of nights,' Kyla added, kissing my other cheek.

"Fairly sure most nights ended up as a threesome and more," I stated with humour, "Guess the winner does get the girl, or the ...

... girls from time to time."

I knew that retirement would have me reminiscing about my career from time to time. Even while I was playing, I would review the previous games to see where I could make improvements. I had only watched our previous Grand Final victories once or twice. I didn't really need to watch them as every minute of each game seemed to be imprinted in my memory. I could remember almost every play. Every sound. The roar of the crowd. The feeling of the ball in my hands. The way the ball felt as it met my boot as I kicked it.

Although I had plans, I'll admit that I was feeling a little lost in those first weeks after the Grand Final. I knew that I would never return for pre-season training. Never meet up with the boys each day of the week to go through the intensive drills and gym work to keep myself fit and in top condition. Never meet up to travel for a game whether it was a Thursday afternoon or Sunday morning. That part of my life was now over.

But my employment with the West Sydney Rangers wasn't. Just like Billy before me, I may have retired as a professional, but I remained part of the fabric of the club as I was now considered an ambassador of the club and they still wanted me at the ground more often than not. I was also undertaking studies regarding media training as Fox Sports had been in touch with me more than once about possibly being one of their pundits. They were always looking for new blood and new faces. It probably helped that for a ...