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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 23, 2008 19:47:58 GMT -6
Basically this is where your character can try out for football. Just post here with what tryouts are like for them. We will choose 8 guys to fill up spots on the team. (Maybe more, it depends)
Castle Hill's football team has always been second to Westfield. A lot of them are jealous and hate the Westfield players, so they often get in fights over girls and such. The kids that were killed were football players that got in a tiff.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Oct 2, 2008 10:47:23 GMT -6
Football try-outs. Weren't they just the best? At least for Patrick Donnohan they were. In Washington, he had been MVP three seasons in a row, the star wide-receiver. It was no doubt that he had been one of the best players on the team. Even now, he was at Castle Hill Prep on a football scholarship, a rather large one, as well. Of course, he was only as good as he was because of how hard he worked.Every year since he was six, he attended football camp for a month, almost taking up his whole summer. Weekdays, he had practice every day, and when he got home he usually worked out for thirty minutes before doing anything. And weekends, he ran. Six miles in the morning, and six miles in the evening. (As opposed to weekday mornings, when he ran two miles before school.) Yes, Patrick appeared very dedicated to football. But it was just another one of his facades. He lived behind many, including looks, attitude, and school. Nothing anyone saw about Patrick was real, but they would continue on believing that he was this cocky, yet somehow perfect jerk.
They day of try-outs was a Saturday, so that they could go on all day. Patrick showed up right on time, and since he didn't know anyone aside from the coaches, he mainly kept to himself. He knew that there would be no real competition for his position, especially since he knew he was as good as gold in his coach's eyes. First they had them lifting weights to see how much they could press, how many push-ups they could do, how many sit-ups. Patrick was in the top ten, though they wouldn't tell him what number. He had to guess three, or four. Which was good, seeing as all he had to be able to do was run and catch a ball. Patrick lived for speed; ate, drank, breathed speed. He was speed. And his coaches had already seen this.
Next was agility, which he knew he would easily master. They lined up, and the Head Coach put him as last, a good place to be. Most would be done by the time he started, and it gave him a good look at his other 'teammates'. There were a few who may be a challenge, and would probably be his next-stringers. Finally, his turn. He barreled through the tires, not catching his foot on a single one. The ladders, were no problem at all, and he smirked as he cleared them. He didn't have to look to know that all eyes were on him, the thin blond who's feet were as quick as lightening. Their eyes bore into him, almost burning his skin, but he resolved to keep his focus on the game. Next was the 40 yard dash, which would be his best yet. He knew he would be easily dominated in tackling, but the dash would be his best. Patrick tightened the laces on his cleats, waiting for the buzzer. When it came, his feet seemed to move on their own, blood pumping in his ears as he crossed the short distance. He was the first to cross, slowing down, his cleats digging into the turf. Another grin to himself. He did as well as a wide-receiver was to be expected in the other areas, like tackling abd blocking, but his catching was unmatched. By the end of the day, it was obvious who was going to be the first-string.
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Post by Evan Christianson on Nov 23, 2008 19:03:24 GMT -6
Evan wasn't so sure what he was going to do to get rid of time at Castle Hill Prep school. There were also extracirculars as options but most of them just seemed too lame, even for a cowboy. The one thing that he was interested in though, was football. Everyone in the area confirmed that the Castle Hill team wasn't even close to being as good as the Westfield team, but that could always change. He hoped that at least being in football would help him get to know the guys around the school. Usually, football was the easy way to make fast friends. He didn't need a lot of friends, but he liked to know what was going on around the school and being on the football team would help.
So he went to tryouts to run and sweat like pigs, just like all the other guys. Evan was surprised that the rich spoiled boys could work so hard. They were all equally good at everything, except there was one guy that seemed to outshine them all in running. For every single thing they did, the boy beat them all. Patrick Donnohan, was the name that whispered around the group of guys. Most of them were bashing him for showing off, Evan didn't really care either way.
The cowboy was just there to be a line man. He was there to protect guys like Patrick so he felt that he didn't have to be one of the fastest or best guys out there. All he had to do was prove that he was strong, and he did. Evan could plow over most guys that got in his way. Sure, a few got away, but for most, Evan towered over them. His head stood above almost every single one of the other guys when they stood in the huddle and he was the first one at every single sack they got. He was quite proud of how well he was doing. Plus, it felt good to smash a few of the prissy boys that thought they could survive real football.
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Post by Jeremy Blake on Nov 30, 2008 13:10:04 GMT -6
Making The Team; Evan Christianson Brenden Alan Patrick Donnohan
You are still able to try out.
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Post by Mr. Jacobs on Feb 1, 2009 10:38:22 GMT -6
The first football practice will be coming up shortly. I want everyone that tried out to be there. Or else your off the team.
Coach
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