04-30-2022, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-04-2022, 06:46 AM by soevil. Edited 1 time in total.)
"With the second overall pick, the London Royals select... Quendyn Quarterstorm!"
Second? Wait, what? I went second overall? This has got to be some kind of mistake. I know I got along with my teammates during the short span of time I spent in the Royals' locker room, but there is no way the front office noticed that, much less weighted their decision so heavily on it. My impact in the final two games of the DSFL season was less than stellar. A paltry eight tackles in two games. Even worse, four missed tackles. That stat is burned into my brain. Second overall?
Sure, I showed decent flashes in the Prospect Bowl, but those are exhibition games played at half-speed. That would be like a scout evaluating a player based on their performance in the Other League's Pro Bowl. And even if those flashes were to have counted, others made explosions. No matter which way I sliced it, I was squarely in the middle of the pack. Second overall?
My phone's blowing up, though. Felicitations or denigrations? I'm too afraid to find out. Too many negative thoughts are hammering my mind...
"Reach..."
"You fraud! How'd you get picked over Swift and Holland? Hell, how'd you get picked over your running mate Milescu?"
"Reeeaaach..."
"LMAO, sixth round pick at best and you go second overall?"
"Reeeeeaaaaach..."
"Bro, how? Did you sell out and say you liked skyline chili or something?"
STOP! I have to get out of my own head. Did I not I leave Washington early to prove to myself that I could play at this level? Hell, this level isn't even my goal! This is merely a stepping stone to the elite tier. Stand the hell up!
Checking my phone, I see a cascade of well wishes from the top of the organization all the way down to my new/old teammates. Congratulations from a couple of players in the ISFL. I even got some love from my brother-in-arms, Alek. Looks like no bitterness from being picked after me.
The Royals see something in me. Now is the time for me to justify their pick. Now is the time for me to justify my path. I can battle. I can hang. I can WIN. Second overall? Damned fucking right second overall. I'm going to second overall these offenses all over the damned field. I'm ready.
Second? Wait, what? I went second overall? This has got to be some kind of mistake. I know I got along with my teammates during the short span of time I spent in the Royals' locker room, but there is no way the front office noticed that, much less weighted their decision so heavily on it. My impact in the final two games of the DSFL season was less than stellar. A paltry eight tackles in two games. Even worse, four missed tackles. That stat is burned into my brain. Second overall?
Sure, I showed decent flashes in the Prospect Bowl, but those are exhibition games played at half-speed. That would be like a scout evaluating a player based on their performance in the Other League's Pro Bowl. And even if those flashes were to have counted, others made explosions. No matter which way I sliced it, I was squarely in the middle of the pack. Second overall?
My phone's blowing up, though. Felicitations or denigrations? I'm too afraid to find out. Too many negative thoughts are hammering my mind...
"Reach..."
"You fraud! How'd you get picked over Swift and Holland? Hell, how'd you get picked over your running mate Milescu?"
"Reeeaaach..."
"LMAO, sixth round pick at best and you go second overall?"
"Reeeeeaaaaach..."
"Bro, how? Did you sell out and say you liked skyline chili or something?"
STOP! I have to get out of my own head. Did I not I leave Washington early to prove to myself that I could play at this level? Hell, this level isn't even my goal! This is merely a stepping stone to the elite tier. Stand the hell up!
Checking my phone, I see a cascade of well wishes from the top of the organization all the way down to my new/old teammates. Congratulations from a couple of players in the ISFL. I even got some love from my brother-in-arms, Alek. Looks like no bitterness from being picked after me.
The Royals see something in me. Now is the time for me to justify their pick. Now is the time for me to justify my path. I can battle. I can hang. I can WIN. Second overall? Damned fucking right second overall. I'm going to second overall these offenses all over the damned field. I'm ready.