บททั้งหมดของ Blindside Beauty : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Morning sunlight slanted through the office window, splashing across the polished wood of Jeremy Davis’s desk. The Denver Coliseum was waking up, full of purposeful footsteps and distant shouts, but Jeremy still felt like he was living in a half-dream. The last week had been a whirlwind: press conferences, Jennifer Walter’s hiring, and an endless stream of speculation from every corner of the sports world.He sat back in his chair, still savoring the small, quiet moments before his schedule took over. His phone buzzed, vibrating insistently across the desk. Without looking at the caller ID, he picked up—old habits from his coaching days when any call could be a crisis.“Jeremy Davis,” he answered.A familiar, grating laugh oozed through the receiver. “Well, well, Jeremy! Didn’t know you were taking tips from the Pelaratti playbook these days.”Jeremy’s free hand curled into a fist. “Tommy Pelaratti,” he said, his voice flat.“The one and only!” Tommy’s voice dripped with sleazy confid

Downtown Denver pulsed with twilight energy as neon signs flickered alive and laughter spilled out of bustling bistros. Inside The Gold Cleat—part high-end steakhouse, part sports shrine—Jenifer Walter and Alexandra Jordan sat tucked in a corner booth. Polished cutlery and stemless glasses sparkled under golden light. Football memorabilia—framed jerseys, signed balls, old newspaper clippings—climbed the walls. But tonight, the famous faces and heroic headlines faded into the background, leaving just two women, a table of food, and the unfinished business of dreams and wounds.For a while, they just enjoyed the simple pleasure of a hot meal and the company of someone who understood the grind. Jenifer was in her signature sharp black blazer and jeans; Alexandra wore her hair in a simple ponytail, crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves. They swapped stories—two warriors swapping battle tales.“So there was this one game back in the WFL,” Jenifer grinned, forking into her steak, “third-a

The conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was a world apart from the roaring crowds and the echoing footsteps of hopeful athletes. Here, the air hummed with anticipation and the scent of strong coffee. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, illuminating stacks of scouting reports, video tablets, and two thick binders—one marked “JENIFER” in bold, the other “JEREMY.”At the head of the table, Jeremy Davis leaned forward, elbows braced, a familiar spark in his eyes. Across from him, Jenifer Walter sat with her own notepad, her posture relaxed but her gaze razor-sharp. This was the heart of the Colorado Cannibals’ future: two football minds, one vision, and the daunting task of sculpting a 25-player roster that would not just compete, but define a new era.The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or the tap of a stylus. They’d already spent hours debating schemes, culture, and the kind of team they wanted to build. Now, it was time for

The late October air in Denver was crisp, the city shimmering under a cloudless sky as reporters, photographers, and Cannibals fans poured into the Denver Coliseum. The press conference room buzzed with anticipation, today was not just another signing day. Today, the Colorado Cannibals would introduce two of the most talked-about women in football: Alexandra Jordan and Heather Wammack. The stakes were high, the scrutiny intense, and the future uncertain.Jeremy Davis stood at the podium, his suit sharp, his posture radiating both pride and nerves. Behind him, a long table was set for the day’s stars: Head Coach Jenifer Walter, Alexandra, Heather, and the team’s new media director, who was already juggling calls and camera crews. The Cannibals’ black, purple and crimson banners framed the stage, bold and defiant— a fitting backdrop for a team daring to rewrite the rules.Jeremy tapped the microphone, the room quieting instantly. “Thank you all for coming. Today is a special day for the

The fluorescent lights in the Denver Coliseum women’s locker room flickered softly as Alexandra, Heather, and Alicia finished changing after the first day of Cannibals training camp. The room, once a VIP suite, now gleamed with fresh paint, sturdy benches, and the unmistakable buzz of a team on the verge of something historic. But tonight, the air was thick with something else-shock, excitement, and the lingering aftertaste of Alicia’s bombshell announcement.Alicia, still glowing from her engagement revelation, zipped up her duffel bag. Heather, towel slung over her shoulder, stared at her in disbelief, then turned to Alexandra with a look that said, Can you believe this?Heather finally broke the silence, her voice rising in mock outrage. “You know what this means, right? We have to go celebrate! Alicia is getting married!”Alexandra and Heather both let out a cheer, the tension instantly melting into laughter. Alexandra grinned and nudged Alicia playfully. “So, you’re marrying a gr