01-08-2023, 11:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2023, 11:06 PM by FootballIsCool. Edited 1 time in total.)
As the season progresses, teams are hitting strides (or missing strides) depending on the success of the field! Make a motivational speech to try and get your teammates or your player's teammates fired up for the rest of the season.
I tell my teammates an story to get them rowdy and jovial.
I’m a professional Football player player. I show up to the middle school down the street. "These fuckin plebs have no idea what's coming," I say to myself. I don my best wig. It fits just right. "LMAO these little shits have no clue. I'm fuckin invisible to the system." XD i whisper, xd. I make my way to the court. I know no one is going to check. "ROFL these little turds still haven't figured it out." I’m literally jumping over people 360 windmill dunking. "They don't stand a god damn chance," I say, fully erect. Game is over before the opponents reach 6 points; I'm just that good. As we shake hands and exchange good games, I overhear a little scrub complaining something along the lines of, "this is not fair, even a blind dead cat could tell that's Stumpy Jones. Why does this game count? Why do my stats count?? His wig looks like Trash." I yell over to him, "Get good you little runt! Or maybe smurf down at the YMCA across the street if you wanna win!" LMAO. Another successful win, another successful smurf. "God damn it feels good today. Thank god Football switched to Valve's system. Thank god." I make my way to the next middle school. Today is going to be a phenomenal day.
I tell my teammates an story to get them rowdy and jovial.
I’m a professional Football player player. I show up to the middle school down the street. "These fuckin plebs have no idea what's coming," I say to myself. I don my best wig. It fits just right. "LMAO these little shits have no clue. I'm fuckin invisible to the system." XD i whisper, xd. I make my way to the court. I know no one is going to check. "ROFL these little turds still haven't figured it out." I’m literally jumping over people 360 windmill dunking. "They don't stand a god damn chance," I say, fully erect. Game is over before the opponents reach 6 points; I'm just that good. As we shake hands and exchange good games, I overhear a little scrub complaining something along the lines of, "this is not fair, even a blind dead cat could tell that's Stumpy Jones. Why does this game count? Why do my stats count?? His wig looks like Trash." I yell over to him, "Get good you little runt! Or maybe smurf down at the YMCA across the street if you wanna win!" LMAO. Another successful win, another successful smurf. "God damn it feels good today. Thank god Football switched to Valve's system. Thank god." I make my way to the next middle school. Today is going to be a phenomenal day.