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muse_shuffleTrack 04. I don’t ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
[‘Under the Bridge’ – Red Hot Chili Peppers]
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pantherscoach
[Follows THIS]
Coach Taylor was watching Jason closely as a tape from of Jason’s glory days played to an end on the TV screen before them. He expected some sort of reaction by Jason but the ex-Panthers QB1 just watched calmly until the footage ended. “Sure you don’t want this stuff back?” he asked, gesturing to the television. It had all originally been Jason’s anyway, but Coach had taken it from him on Jason’s nineteenth birthday and promised to keep it safe for him.
Jason glanced at Coach with a small shrug. “Not really,” he admitted. “You would still have more use for the tapes than I would.”
Coach reached into the box and pulled out one of Jason’s older, well worn Panther’s jerseys and held it up. “You might get a girlfriend one day who wants this. It’s still all part of your past, Jason. Still part of who you are today. You might want to show your kids one day,” he coaxed, resting his elbow on the box beside him.
“If I can have kids,” Jason clarified and leaned back in his wheelchair. “If I even want my kids to be involved in football,” he added pointedly.
( Coach raised his eyebrows... )
Word Count | 1,001
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
[‘Under the Bridge’ – Red Hot Chili Peppers]
Co-written with
pantherscoach[Follows THIS]
Coach Taylor was watching Jason closely as a tape from of Jason’s glory days played to an end on the TV screen before them. He expected some sort of reaction by Jason but the ex-Panthers QB1 just watched calmly until the footage ended. “Sure you don’t want this stuff back?” he asked, gesturing to the television. It had all originally been Jason’s anyway, but Coach had taken it from him on Jason’s nineteenth birthday and promised to keep it safe for him.
Jason glanced at Coach with a small shrug. “Not really,” he admitted. “You would still have more use for the tapes than I would.”
Coach reached into the box and pulled out one of Jason’s older, well worn Panther’s jerseys and held it up. “You might get a girlfriend one day who wants this. It’s still all part of your past, Jason. Still part of who you are today. You might want to show your kids one day,” he coaxed, resting his elbow on the box beside him.
“If I can have kids,” Jason clarified and leaned back in his wheelchair. “If I even want my kids to be involved in football,” he added pointedly.
( Coach raised his eyebrows... )
Word Count | 1,001
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