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muse_shuffle | January Disc One
Feb. 2nd, 2009 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texas33foreverTrack 09. People call us renegade
Feel like we're living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy
[‘Knocked Up’ – Kings of Leon]
[Past-scene, relates to early Season 2]
I know y’all probably wouldn’t believe me if I said that I respected Coach Taylor but I did, an’ if ever there was a guy who believed in me, it was him. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want t’kick his ass for uppin’ and walkin’ out on us t’take that job at TMU. He takes us right t’State an’ then walks out on us, leavin’ us high an’ dry with that jerk off who had less motivational skills than a freakin’ Nazi. An’ it probably all sounds like I’m just bitchin’ because the dude rode my ass, but it ain’t even that. That new coach was about as useful t’us as a team as a plugged up ass hole. It ain’t any wonder we were all ‘bout ready to walk.
But it’s what landed me in hospital with a tube stuck in my arm. I’ll tell ya, it wasn’t a cool feelin’ bein’ whipped like a fuckin’ mule durin’ practice. First it was the laps of the bleachers in the heat which had me pukin’ my guts ups all over the first row. It was ‘bout this time that I was wonderin’ why J hadn’t stepped in an’ at least said somethin’ to the bastard. He was not only s’posed to be the assistant coach, but he was also my best friend. I was feelin’ like a piece of shit by that point, but yeah, okay. I might’ve been a bit hung over. A bit hung over an’ a lot pissed off at Coach Taylor for leavin’ us with the Wanktard of the Century.
The next week, more trainin’ and more ass-ridin’ by Knobhead. No, I don’t r’member his name. It ain’t like I’ll be sendin’ him a Christmas card. It was hot. We were all fuckin’ hot and it was beside the point that I was kinda hung over again. I always turn up t’trainin’ with a hangover. One minute I r’member thinkin’ how fuckin’ hot it was and how nice a cold one would be and the next I’m wakin’ up in hospital with a freakin’ needle in my arm. I hate hospitals. They smell like hospitals. Dunno how Six put up with bein’ in one for months. I couldn’t even stand hangin’ ‘round t’visit him when I finally took my balls in hand t’see him. ‘Course that was ‘cause he called me up an’ demanded I come in so he could yet again tear me a new one. It was actually kinda cool after the fact. Lyin’ there in a brace up t’his eyeballs in hospital shit an’ still manages to give me a good ol’ dose of QB with a side order of guilt trip. But that’s a whole other story right there.
But my point was, I was pissed at Coach Taylor. I ain’t ever been that pissed at him in m’life an’ he had been my coach for, like, ever. He wasn’t s’posed t’leave like everyone else always did. Football was the one thing I was always good at an’ I was good at it because of Coach. Without him ‘round to kick my ass, it didn’t seem worth the hassle. Why go t’play an’ get a one way ticket into fuckin’ hospital when I could stay at home an’ get drunk? I was gonna leave. Ain’t none of it was fun any more. But then Coach came back an’ I ain’t ever told anyone how relieved I was at that. ‘Course, barely a few weeks later, he booted me off the team for ‘bout the eight hundredth time since I was a Panther… but again, that’s a whole other story right there.
- Tim's Jason Street/Six/J in muse land is always![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
itwontstopme
Word Count | 610
Feel like we're living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy
[‘Knocked Up’ – Kings of Leon]
[Past-scene, relates to early Season 2]
I know y’all probably wouldn’t believe me if I said that I respected Coach Taylor but I did, an’ if ever there was a guy who believed in me, it was him. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want t’kick his ass for uppin’ and walkin’ out on us t’take that job at TMU. He takes us right t’State an’ then walks out on us, leavin’ us high an’ dry with that jerk off who had less motivational skills than a freakin’ Nazi. An’ it probably all sounds like I’m just bitchin’ because the dude rode my ass, but it ain’t even that. That new coach was about as useful t’us as a team as a plugged up ass hole. It ain’t any wonder we were all ‘bout ready to walk.
But it’s what landed me in hospital with a tube stuck in my arm. I’ll tell ya, it wasn’t a cool feelin’ bein’ whipped like a fuckin’ mule durin’ practice. First it was the laps of the bleachers in the heat which had me pukin’ my guts ups all over the first row. It was ‘bout this time that I was wonderin’ why J hadn’t stepped in an’ at least said somethin’ to the bastard. He was not only s’posed to be the assistant coach, but he was also my best friend. I was feelin’ like a piece of shit by that point, but yeah, okay. I might’ve been a bit hung over. A bit hung over an’ a lot pissed off at Coach Taylor for leavin’ us with the Wanktard of the Century.
The next week, more trainin’ and more ass-ridin’ by Knobhead. No, I don’t r’member his name. It ain’t like I’ll be sendin’ him a Christmas card. It was hot. We were all fuckin’ hot and it was beside the point that I was kinda hung over again. I always turn up t’trainin’ with a hangover. One minute I r’member thinkin’ how fuckin’ hot it was and how nice a cold one would be and the next I’m wakin’ up in hospital with a freakin’ needle in my arm. I hate hospitals. They smell like hospitals. Dunno how Six put up with bein’ in one for months. I couldn’t even stand hangin’ ‘round t’visit him when I finally took my balls in hand t’see him. ‘Course that was ‘cause he called me up an’ demanded I come in so he could yet again tear me a new one. It was actually kinda cool after the fact. Lyin’ there in a brace up t’his eyeballs in hospital shit an’ still manages to give me a good ol’ dose of QB with a side order of guilt trip. But that’s a whole other story right there.
But my point was, I was pissed at Coach Taylor. I ain’t ever been that pissed at him in m’life an’ he had been my coach for, like, ever. He wasn’t s’posed t’leave like everyone else always did. Football was the one thing I was always good at an’ I was good at it because of Coach. Without him ‘round to kick my ass, it didn’t seem worth the hassle. Why go t’play an’ get a one way ticket into fuckin’ hospital when I could stay at home an’ get drunk? I was gonna leave. Ain’t none of it was fun any more. But then Coach came back an’ I ain’t ever told anyone how relieved I was at that. ‘Course, barely a few weeks later, he booted me off the team for ‘bout the eight hundredth time since I was a Panther… but again, that’s a whole other story right there.
- Tim's Jason Street/Six/J in muse land is always
itwontstopmeWord Count | 610
