Season five draft night. San Antonio corner back Gregory Fletcher sits at the round table with his mother, Dorothy Fletcher. Next to her is an empty seat and a picture frame on the desk in front of the seat. In the picture frame is a photograph of a man in posing with Dorothy and an infant Gregory, Franklin Fletcher, Gregory's deceased father. Franklin was a working man and fixed cars for a living as well as did odd handy man jobs on the side for a living. Franklin passed away when Gregory was in middle school. "Oh Jesus let my boy get drafted!" Mama Dorothy shouted into the heavens. "C'mon Mom you're embarrassing me!" Gregory says half jokingly. Truth was he was as nervous as her. Sure Gregory had been scouted by a handful of teams but nothing is ever certain in life. All Gregory knew was that he played his hardest in San Antonio. The first two picks come and go in a flash... Carlito Crush and Andre Bly Jr are the first tworld to be picked. "No surprise there..." Gregory muses while his mother rants about how much better her son was compared to Andre. The next three picks come in non of them Gregory. Again his mother rants and raves about how much better Gregory is, Gregory can't help but to smile. Finally the sixth pick comes up.... And the Baltimore Hawks pick.... Corner back Gregory Fletcher!! In a rush of applause cheers and his mother jumping up and down with the picture of her deceased husband. Gregory finally breathe easy for the first time in awhile... "Finally got a home." He thinks already eager to get started!
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