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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... tomorrow, promise?] -I promise, but I'm coming home tonight. I'll wake you up...- Both of them had really hoped that was true, but something told Brad he wouldn't be seeing the little brunette that night. From what he heard, the girls got pretty rowdy until early evening and then they stayed at someone's house for the night having an incredibly girly sl**p-over. He fell asl**p knowing that he'd be waking himself up the next morning and Emily lay awake on her sl**ping bag wishing she could be with her b*****r. - "I don't know if it's the competition, the weather, or something else Jim, but I'm not sure these guys can keep up today..." said the announcer as the first half of the game was nearing its end. Brad's team was down 17-0 and none of the plays they were running seemed to be working. "I agree Phil," said the other announcer, "the defense looks scrambled, but furthermore quarterback Brad Eldridge just can't seem to find an open man. They are really going to need to make some adjustments in the locker room if they want to turn this game around." The whistle went off and Brad was left holding the football all the way on the other end of the field. He went over to his sideline and ripped off his helmet, tossing it away in total frustration. They were good. He'd give them that. His receivers could only get open for a second and he was lucky if he saw it, Even then it seemed Brad was getting tackled before he could get the pass off every other play. He was lucky to have held ...

... on to the ball in the first half. Everybody was running into the locker room, but not with the same energy that they had been during their previous games. The team felt off, sluggish, and they had no points to build on coming out for the second half. Their coach didn't have a lot to say. He drew a few plays on the board and called out different players to try to make adjustments. They all knew what they needed to do: work harder, shake it off and focus. Run the plays the way they'd practiced. They could do this. Brad had been in halftime locker rooms like this before. After the coach spoke the guys would mostly sit in silence or talk in groups about what they were planning to do. Nobody needed to talk today, apparently, and Brad needed to get some space. "I just need a few minutes coach, that alright?" Brad asked. His coach had a few words for him and then shoved him off towards a door that led to a different area of the locker room. When the games got tough, Brad would retreat to the band manager's office in a quiet part of the facilities. He'd shut the lights off and just be quiet for the ten or twenty minutes he had before the second half. Dropping his shoulder-pads on the desk he sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. Emily knew where to find him. In one of the nights they'd spent curled up on the couch together talking, Brad told her about his funny routine. She imagined him sitting there in the dark, totally still and catching his breath; he was usually never able to ...