02-19-2020, 01:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-19-2020, 02:11 AM by Alexander Hamilton II.)
Dear Mother,
It has been a long and wild ride ever since your passing three years ago. I have been given a spot at the National Simulation Football League Combine, competing to be drafted. It is a superb process, which I sometimes doubted, but it is finally here. I always thought you’d be here with me, in person, on my journey. But I will always have your spirit to lead me on.
I graduated from Princeton! Just like we always discussed I would. “Go get your degree so you will always have a backup plan to fall back to if football and baseball somehow don’t work out for you.”
I remember those words well, and I knew you would want me to carry out my promise. To think, I still had a year left at Princeton as well! I got my draft grade though, and it was too good to pass up. I talked to Coach Washington. He told me it was time to move on. You always liked him, said he was a great leader for me to learn from. He taught me a lot, filling in the place of my father…
Coach Washington gave me some advice before I made my decision. “Follow your heart, but also follow your mind. When the two agree, nothing can stop you.”
You would also love to hear that I continued my baseball career. I talked to the higher ups over at the Head Office and they informed me that they embrace dual athletes! So, I will also be furthering my pitching career! The favorite of the two sports you’d always tell me. But the Developmental Football League’s draft is slowly approaching, so I have to put most of the freetime I have at the moment into it. Though, I did recently pitch a complete game shutout last week.
I’m making friends! The other cornerbacks have basically formed a coalition together. The rest of the rookies have been relentless trying to come after us. They get shot down on the regular though. You know me! There aren’t very many who can match my wit. But, I’m also growing some weird people. A dude named Watering Can won’t stop trying to talk to me. He wants to be my friend and my enemy at the same time? Yet he comes in on me with some of the dullest remarks you would ever read. It’s quite sad, but that’s probably why he’s a lineman. They aren’t quite the brightest tool in the shed, if you get what I mean.
I have been in communications with some of the Developmental Simulation Football League’s general managers. Some tips on how to improve my game, and my draft stock were greatly appreciated. They are super nice people, and I know for a fact that you would love them if you had the chance to meet ‘em. Except this Scorp guy. For some reason he rubs me the wrong way. I can’t quite place my finger on it, but there’s just a certain vibe he produces. And it is not a pleasant one.
The commissioner seems alright. Not much to go off of though, I’ve only been around the area for about a week now. One of them actually congratulated me and complimented me on my college career. Can you imagine that I set a Princeton record for most passes broken up, and interceptions in a career? And I missed an entire season in the process? Multiple sources told me I have raw talent. And a big ego, but that is not important. You always taught me that if I have a talent to broadcast it to the entire world.
I’m going to set a change in the league. I’m going to rewrite their history books mom. I’ll do it for you. And baseball? Well, they don’t know it yet over at Major League Redditball but. I’m going to be the best god damn pitcher and cornerback this world has ever seen. The best damn two way athlete, surpassing the names of Kyler Murray, Bo Jackson, Russell Wilson! There’s a million things I haven’t done. There’s a million things I’m going to do. Just you wait mother. The whole world will see what it means to be a Hamilton.
I wish you were here with me. The fact that I’m alive is a miracle. If you were here with me, that would be enough. I’ll see you on the other side. I’ll see you soon. But there’s so much I have yet to do.
Sincerely,
You dearest son.
Alexander Hamilton II
It has been a long and wild ride ever since your passing three years ago. I have been given a spot at the National Simulation Football League Combine, competing to be drafted. It is a superb process, which I sometimes doubted, but it is finally here. I always thought you’d be here with me, in person, on my journey. But I will always have your spirit to lead me on.
I graduated from Princeton! Just like we always discussed I would. “Go get your degree so you will always have a backup plan to fall back to if football and baseball somehow don’t work out for you.”
I remember those words well, and I knew you would want me to carry out my promise. To think, I still had a year left at Princeton as well! I got my draft grade though, and it was too good to pass up. I talked to Coach Washington. He told me it was time to move on. You always liked him, said he was a great leader for me to learn from. He taught me a lot, filling in the place of my father…
Coach Washington gave me some advice before I made my decision. “Follow your heart, but also follow your mind. When the two agree, nothing can stop you.”
You would also love to hear that I continued my baseball career. I talked to the higher ups over at the Head Office and they informed me that they embrace dual athletes! So, I will also be furthering my pitching career! The favorite of the two sports you’d always tell me. But the Developmental Football League’s draft is slowly approaching, so I have to put most of the freetime I have at the moment into it. Though, I did recently pitch a complete game shutout last week.
I’m making friends! The other cornerbacks have basically formed a coalition together. The rest of the rookies have been relentless trying to come after us. They get shot down on the regular though. You know me! There aren’t very many who can match my wit. But, I’m also growing some weird people. A dude named Watering Can won’t stop trying to talk to me. He wants to be my friend and my enemy at the same time? Yet he comes in on me with some of the dullest remarks you would ever read. It’s quite sad, but that’s probably why he’s a lineman. They aren’t quite the brightest tool in the shed, if you get what I mean.
I have been in communications with some of the Developmental Simulation Football League’s general managers. Some tips on how to improve my game, and my draft stock were greatly appreciated. They are super nice people, and I know for a fact that you would love them if you had the chance to meet ‘em. Except this Scorp guy. For some reason he rubs me the wrong way. I can’t quite place my finger on it, but there’s just a certain vibe he produces. And it is not a pleasant one.
The commissioner seems alright. Not much to go off of though, I’ve only been around the area for about a week now. One of them actually congratulated me and complimented me on my college career. Can you imagine that I set a Princeton record for most passes broken up, and interceptions in a career? And I missed an entire season in the process? Multiple sources told me I have raw talent. And a big ego, but that is not important. You always taught me that if I have a talent to broadcast it to the entire world.
I’m going to set a change in the league. I’m going to rewrite their history books mom. I’ll do it for you. And baseball? Well, they don’t know it yet over at Major League Redditball but. I’m going to be the best god damn pitcher and cornerback this world has ever seen. The best damn two way athlete, surpassing the names of Kyler Murray, Bo Jackson, Russell Wilson! There’s a million things I haven’t done. There’s a million things I’m going to do. Just you wait mother. The whole world will see what it means to be a Hamilton.
I wish you were here with me. The fact that I’m alive is a miracle. If you were here with me, that would be enough. I’ll see you on the other side. I’ll see you soon. But there’s so much I have yet to do.
Sincerely,
You dearest son.
Alexander Hamilton II