Jeremy pouring himself another glass of bourbon and completely shocked at What he just heard. " What? Why? It doesn't make sense for me to coach you up and refine your skills. I am, was, a quarterback and you're a linebacker. On top of I'm not a coach at all. Why would you want me to be your coach? " Jeremy said in shock.
Alexandra replies with inspiration, " It's because I saw how you were when you were rehabbing same trying to get back to playing in the pros, while the training staff looked on TV that you weren't coming back from your injuries and you were wasting their time, but you looked liked no matter what you were coming back, you would do whatever was needed to come back. I know you're not a coach, a linebacker, but you'll treat me like an athlete and a person, not a girl, not a woman. You're not going to take excuses or any crap from me or anyone, you're going to push me to get to the next level, to push me to my limits, to help me grow. I don't think or believe that anyone else besides you can get me to where I need to be to achieve my goals, short term or long term. "Jeremy shocked that Alexandra saw those things, that struggle on TV and that she holds him in such high regard. He responds: " I appreciate you saying that, you don't know how much that means a lot to me. I feel like I would like I would do you a disservice by trying to coach you. Now I can oversee your training, bring in great coaches for you to get you to your goals, and make sure that you're getting tested right. I just want to do right by you and make you flourish in football. "Alexandra is getting a little steamed at Jeremy for his reluctance, but she won't show it at all. With poise and composure She responds " I understand where you're coming from with not being a linebacker and the best for me as I do appreciate your concern. I'm certain that you are the right person for the job, I don't mind if you bring in other coaches to help you coach here and there, but I don't want other coaches around all the time. I want you to coach me to be in the Wild West Indoor football League and become an all League a linebacker for the Colorado Cannibals while pushing me to become a linebacker in the NAFL. I would appreciate you not fighting me on this and pushing me to become better. Right now, you're acting like the training staff did with you trying to come back from your injuries. I've seen your overseeing things earlier today, it took you a couple minutes to get to the field to diffuse the situation with Coach Hillis. If you do this for me and agree to become my coach, I will help you with getting back into the NAFL, though I cannot promise you nor guarantee that I can get you back, but I will do the same treatment that you give me towards my training to you. I think you deserve another shot, the best chance with with the right support because I think if you had the right support to begin with coming back from those injuries you would be playing currently, I think you gave up because of the team lacking confidence in you, you lost the will and drive due to the pressure of negativity and you bought into the seriousness of your injuries from team consultants. So what do you say, do we have a deal, will you be my coach? "Jeremy, surprised by Alexandra's diplomatic and compromising reply, at the same time thinking about playing professional football again has him intrigued, but he still feels like the wrong person for the job. He can't pass this chance up though. Jeremy takes a deep breath, sighs and huffs in defeat says " I will agree to coach you and your terms to help me as well, on one condition, if for whatever reason, my coaching ability does not work or you are not getting the results you want, then I will get someone to coach you and make sure you reach your goals with no argument or fight to keep me coaching you. Deal? "Alexandra just grins confidently and simply replies " You Sir have a deal. "Jeremy then receives a text from Luke saying, " Do you have a moment to talk? "Jeremy after looking at his phone looks at Alexandra and says, " Unfortunately I have to take this now, league business now summons, have a good night. I will see you tomorrow after practice here on the field. you are welcome to watch practice with me in the stands if you think it'll help adapt to indoor football, but don't be late. "Alexandra gets up from her chair and replies " Will do sir and thank you again Jeremy. I will see you at practice tomorrow have a good night. " With that Alexandra walks out of the office.Jeremy hears a voice saying " Excuse me ma'am, have a good evening. " Jeremy looks up from his phone trying to reply to Luke and sees Luke coming into his office. Jeremy shakes his head and says " What are you doing here in Denver?, Shouldn't you be in Omaha preparing for the season just a couple weeks away? "Luke shuts the office door behind him and responds, " I was coming back from my business trip in Arizona on the way to go see my kid in Kansas this weekend and I decided to stop in Denver for the night, I thought I'd come see you. You Sir must be preparing for the most depressing man in the world competition after being owned by that lady. I can't believe she got you into coaching. You absolutely detest football, She must really have the skills for you to even pick up coaching or is it something else? "Jeremy glad to see his friend, but irritated with his remarks and realizing that Luke heard at least some of the conversation with Alexandra says, " I don't know if you would call that getting owned. I want to make she has a great shot at her dreams and goals, on top of that I want to prove Terrell Hillis wrong for being sexist and thinking he owns the team. I can't believe I agreed to coach in general, I don't think I have the aptitude to coach and it's not like I'm actually coaching football I'm coaching a person refining their skills in football. I'm still counting the days that I can get out of football. I'm only interested in helping Alexandra improve the football because she has the raw talent and skills to make it into at least indoor football. Terrell Hillis would have signed her today had she had a dick and to me that is just wrong, if you have the talent and skill to make a football team, then you deserve to be on the team. "Luke just laughs and retorts, " If you think you're fooling anyone that you want nothing to do with football anymore, you're wrong. You still have the itch to play, otherwise you would have agreed with Alexandra's proposal before she offered to help you get back into the pros. you just don't want anything to do with football if you can't play it or it's not on your terms. You're doing a fumblerooski with yourself, her, Lombardi, and Terrell Hillis. I love you bro I just got to keep it real with you. Don't coach her if you're only doing it for yourself, but do it for her be the coach that you wanted to have getting into the pros. If you coach her for the right reasons, I think it'd be good for you. "Jeremy feeling a little attacked, but feels the love from his friend. He responds, " I appreciate you keeping it real and looking out for me. I can definitely tell you I don't know any athlete who's been injured or retired from their sport, that wouldn't tell you that if they could play their sport again that they wouldn't even think about it or wouldn't play. of course, I've thought about if I could play again, but it's definitely a long shot now outside of the injury I've been out of the league for a year and a half now going on two. I only accepted the deal with her after she proposed to help me get back into the NAFL because I felt like I was her final offer and she was not going to accept my help to bring in any other coaches. I am extremely worried that I'm a quarterback going to be coaching and teaching a linebacker to refine their skills as a linebacker and I'm going to to do my damn best to coach her, but I expect that I will have to bring in another coach to help. I don't know what you're talking about with you fumblerooski comment. I do appreciate the advice though. now, that I think about it I didn't offer you a drink when you came in. I'm even surprised that you didn't even ask. "Luke laughing at the last part of what Jeremy had said, responds, " I wouldn't want to drink your weak bourbon that you drink for watching practices. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. let's go get some food, something strong to drink and continue this conversation there. I'll buy dinner. Our way there we'll pick you up a copy of linebacking for dummies. "Jeremy laughs, then they head out of the arena locking up the office and arena. They head to Montana's Steakhouse for dinner. They order their appetizers, steaks and alcohol. Jeremy ordered an old fashioned with 14 ounce delmonico ribeye bison steak with asparagus and a loaded baked potato, along with a house salad to start. Luke ordered a long island iced tea with a 12 ounce New York strip with parmesan roasted broccoli and garlic mashed potatoes. They decided to share bison nachos and rattlesnake bites for appetizers. While they had their dinner, they talked about the league, the other owners, and their expectation of each other's teams results in the upcoming season.Luke decided to circle back about Alexandra's training saying " You know I just had a thought about Alexandra's training, I think I have a perfect idea to help her and you get to where she needs to be. do you want to hear it? "The Montana sky was a cathedral of blue and gold, the mountains still crowned with snow. The wedding lodge outside Dillon was alive with energy, laughter, and the kind of nerves that only come when everything is about to change. For one weekend, the Cannibals and Wolves—rivals, friends, family—had gathered to witness a union that felt like the closing of one era and the uncertain, trembling start of another.Jeremy stood on the porch, best man’s boutonniere pinned to his lapel, watching the wind ripple through the wildflowers. His mind spun with the Talons’ offer, the future with Alex, and the weight of promises made and yet to be kept. The sound of the river below, the distant laughter inside, and the sharp mountain air all seemed to sharpen the moment, making everything feel more real—and more fragile.A Wedding in the MountainsThe rehearsal dinner was a riot of stories and toasts, old teammates ribbing each other, and Lloyd—usually the embodiment of calm—fu
The Mississippi dusk was thick with the promise of rain. In the old house on the edge of Oxford, the air was heavy with memories, and the porch light cast a golden haze over the battered swing where Jeremy and Thomas sat, a bottle of bourbon between them. The world outside was alive with the hum of cicadas, but inside, the house was a minefield of old wounds and unspoken truths.Jeremy lifted his glass, the bourbon catching the last rays of sun. Before he could take a sip, Alexandra’s silhouette appeared in the kitchen window. She paused, arms folded, her eyes sharp and unyielding. Jeremy felt the weight of her stare, and for a moment, the glass in his hand felt like a stone.Thomas noticed. He let out a low, knowing chuckle. “She ever get onto you about drinking?”Jeremy nodded, setting his glass down without tasting it. “Yeah. She does. I’m careful, always. Never out of control. But she watches me, like she’s waiting for something to go wrong. I never re
Denver was a city transformed. The Cannibals’ championship parade wound through downtown, confetti raining from office windows, children waving black, purple, and red flags. News vans and camera crews crowded the Coliseum gates. The team was everywhere—on the front page, on every screen, in every conversation.But outside the city, in the rolling hills south of Castle Rock, Jeremy’s world was quiet. His home—a sprawling 1883 French chateau, all gray stone, turrets, and ivy—felt like a sanctuary. The championship trophy sat on a table in the sun-drenched solarium, catching the morning light. Jeremy poured coffee for Alexandra, who sat across from him, tracing the trophy’s engraved letters with her fingertip.He watched her for a long moment. “You haven’t answered me.”She looked up, eyes shadowed with old worries. “Mississippi. My dad. Stephanie. I… I want to try. But I’m scared, Jeremy. I haven’t seen either of them in years. What if it just makes things w
Denver was electric—every window, every car, every face was lit with the hope and hunger of a city on the edge of history. The Cannibals had stormed through the season undefeated, and tonight, the Denver Coliseum was a cathedral of noise and color. The stands shimmered with black, purple, and red. Fans wore war paint, waved banners, and filled the air with a single, thunderous demand: “Bring it home!”On the field, the Cannibals looked like warriors from legend. Their home jerseys were slick black, with deep purple numbers and names outlined in a fierce, electric red. Across from them, the Billings Wolves, as the away team, wore crisp white jerseys slashed with red and black—red numbers, black stripes, and white helmets gleaming under the lights. The contrast was stark, a visual promise that this would be a battle for the ages.A Game for the AgesThe opening kickoff was a thunderclap. Heather, nerves of steel, drilled the ball through the uprights for an Uno,
Denver was alive with anticipation. The Cannibals’ playoff run had become the talk of the nation, but inside the Coliseum, the air was thick with more than just excitement. It was the kind of tension that made every laugh a little too loud, every silence a little too long. Championship Week: Wolves in Town The Billings Wolves arrived on Monday, their buses flanked by police escorts and news vans. For the first time, Alicia—once the heart of the Cannibals’ defense—walked into the Coliseum as an opponent. She wore Wolves black and red, her familiar stride now just a bit more guarded, her smile a little more careful. The city buzzed with excitement and nerves. Sports radio hosts debated matchups and legacies. Bars hung “Welcome Wolves” banners next to “Go Cannibals!” signs. At the first league-mandated joint press conference, the air was electric. Reporters peppered Alicia, Alexandra, and Heather with questions not just about the game, but about
The Denver Coliseum was still humming with the echoes of victory. The Cannibals had just punched their ticket to the WWIF OK Corral Championship, outlasting the Omaha Cattlemen in a bruising, brilliant playoff battle. Fans poured into the streets, blue and silver flags waving, horns blaring. Inside, the team celebrated with laughter and tears, the dream of a title on their home field now just two weeks away. But for Jeremy, the glow of triumph was already shadowed by uncertainty. The Warning from Bill Lombardi As the last of the confetti settled and the locker room began to empty, Jeremy ducked into the hallway for a breath of quiet. He didn’t get far. Bill Lombardi, head coach of the Denver Mustangs, was waiting by the exit, arms folded, jaw set. He wasted no time. “JD, a word?” Lombardi’s tone was heavy with authority. Jeremy nodded, bracing himself. Lombardi leaned in, voice low. “