The Prospect: Shannon Kennedy

[Loki]

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September 25th, 2003
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I don't even know how to start this entry...something happened yesterday that will unquestionably change my life forever.

I got a call at about 8 AM, right before my first class, it was my Dad and he sounded pretty upset.

"What's up Dad? What's the problem?" I asked concerned. I've never seen my Dad like this in 18 years of my life.

"Shannon..." he said but then refused to say the rest.

"What?!? Tell me."

"Shannon...Robert's dead."

"Robert? Robert who? What the hell do you mean?!?" I shrieked as I prayed it wasn't the Robert that I knew he was talking about.

"Your cousin Shannon, he's dead. He went out to a club last night and some mothaf**** stabbed him. He's ****** dead!"

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. What the hell are you supposed to say that? What the hell are you supposed to do, thousands of miles away from everyone you know, everyone you love? Instead I just sat there in the quad, tears showering my most-likely rosie cheeks and onto my Spartans football gym shorts. I looked for answers of why and how but of course I couldn't find them in my head.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"...I don't know. We're trying to set-up the viewings and funeral ceremony for after your game Saturday. I think it's important you still play that game, even with all of this on your head, to get you away from it for that 60 minutes at least," he replied.

"Dad, I want to come home."

"Trust me son, it's better you don't right now. Your family's a mess and we all love you, WE want you to play that game. For your cousin, for your best friend, for Rob...WE want you to play that game for him."

By now I had stopped crying, I couldn't force the tears out anymore either. I was unsure whether that was wrong or right. Is this how he would want me to act? Would he want me to play my game on Saturday? Where is he now? I hated all these thoughts; I hated all these feelings. Why him? Why not me? What made God or whoever decide that it was HIS time?!?

"We're gonna head down to Staten Island now."

"Ok."

"I love you son."

"I love you too Dad and please let everyone else know I love them too and I'll be home soon."

"Of course, I love you."

I hung up the phone and sat, deciding to skip my class as well as the rest of my classes for the day.

I looked at my phone wondering who to call. I didn't want to call anyone in the family because I knew they were already upset as it was but I needed someone to talk to, I needed someone to console me.

Chloe.

I hesitated, knowing she could careless about me right now but pressed the call button and waited.

"Ring...ring...ring...ring...voice mail."

"**** you then!"

I tossed my phone across the street as I walked down the street towards my dorm but then decided I needed my phone and went running after it. As I got to it, it was ringing. I looked and read it, something inside me saying that it would be Rob but it clearly wouldn't be, and it wasn't...unfortunately. It was Chloe.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey Shannon...you called?" she answered back.

"Yea...Chloe, Rob's dead," I said.

She didn't answer for a moment and then replied back, "Rob who?"

"My cousin, Rob."

"Oh my God, no he's not! No! Really?!?"

I was surprised for some reason to hear her react this way.

"Yea...some asshole stabbed him outside a club, he's gone Chloe," I said breaking into tears again as I ran up the stairs to my dormroom. Chloe and I talked for about 4 hours, reminiscing about Rob as well as the stuff between Chloe and I. I invited her to come down for my game Saturday and then to Staten Island directly after the game and she accepted but also let me know she's ENGAGED...WHAT?!? Shit just isn't going right for me I swear.

ROBBIE DUKES I LOVE YOU KID
R.I.P. Robert Nicholas D'Amato

[Leak2Troupe03]

This was probably your best entry yet, and I'm sure the hardest for you to write. Great job man, keep up the good work with this.

[Loki]

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September 27th, 2003
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I've played a lot of tough games throughout my time in football, but I don't think there was ever as rough a game as today's game.

I picked Chloe up from the airport this morning. She was beautiful as always. Her smile swept me off my feet just as it always had and then I caught her in my arms...it was perfect. Before I knew it, I was crying. All the emotions I had bottled inside of me were just let go the minute I took her in my eyes. I knew she would be there for me...engaged or not. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and grabbed her bags. Catching a glimpse of her face, she was caught off guard but then she smiled; I saw her smile.

We drove back to campus and she came with me to the football facility up-campus. It was nice to have her there with me, I hadn't seen her in so long and really needed to see her.

The team was there when I entered the room and all had "RD" written on their cheeks and they rallied around me as I entered the room. It really was inspiring to see the whole team behind me. We went out for some pre-game and then headed back into the locker room and for the first time, I led the team out onto the field, it was gametime!

We went out strong too. I hit my receivers left and right and we marched down the field in our opening drive before I hit my favorite target, Jamar, for the touchdown and the lead. When we got the ball back though, Travis Allen, the overrated running back ya know, fumbled the ball and then proceeded to blame the whole team and claim our center, Jason Dill, stepped on his ankle or something so he came out of the game. Typical. It's something most quarterbacks do when they're playing like shit, come out and pretend your hurt...whatever.

From then on, Utah State stomped us out...at home. It hurt. I tried to keep us in the game as much as possible but Jamar and Wilkerson were killing me with all their friggin drops again. I decided the game pretty much rested on my shoulders (as if there wasn't enough already resting on my shoulders as it was) and as we trailed 49-22 in the fourth but shit came up short. I pulled us within 10 but it was too little, too late and we lost...again. Guess Rob wasn't helping us out today...

I left the field with my head down. My teammates patted me on the shoulder pads and apologized that we couldn't get the win but it didn't mean shit. These guys, they didn't even try. 15 dropped balls, 49 points given up, fumbles...terrible! Chloe was waiting for me in the locker room but she knew better than to say anything. I was pissed, I always am after a loss, I hate losing.

It was comforting to have her there though to be honest and the minute I saw her my mind went from Rob and where he's at and the loss. I can't believe she's engaged...

It was impossible to think about any of that for more than a minute though. He's gone and there's no bringing him back and the pain in my chest wasn't going away anytime soon.

Now we're on the plane, I hate flying, it scares the shit out of me. I remember when John F. Kennedy Jr. died, I decided I was never gonna fly...I think I picked the wrong career haha. Chloe's asleep. She's so cute when she sleeps.

I think I'm gonna get a tattoo when I see my uncle, Rob's dad. He does tattoos so I think I'm gonna get something done in honor of Rob. For the past two days all I've thought about were the things we used to do together when we were little. Hockey, baseball, Sega, wrestling, LEGOs. The things we've done in recent years...girls, girls, girls, alcohol, and girls. Haha...ugh. I miss him so much. I don't understand how God could have done something like this. Why did he have take Rob now? Why Rob? I'll probably never understand but I hope I'll see him again someday.

These pretzels taste like shit. I'm so glad I'm on the cheapest effin airline ever where all I get are pretzels and a blanket. No pillow though. Thanks .

We should be landing soon so I'll be writing again sometime tomorrow (today I guess technically since it's like 4 in the morning in Staten Island). Jet lag is gonna suck too but oh well, I finally get to see the fam...minus Robbie Dukes. Love you kid!

[Loki]

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September 29th, 2003
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I hate funerals. I hate viewings. I hate death. I hate life.

After two days, it's officially over and Rob is officially gone. It got to the point where I literally couldn't cry any longer. The last couple times my cousins and I went up to the casket to say goodbye, all we did was laugh and reminisce. Rob didn't want us to cry anymore and we understood that. All those memories we have will stay with us but there is so much more we'll never get to do. My aunt was a mess too but, of course, she was drugged out of her mind because everyone decided it'd be a good idea to force her to almost overdose on God knows what.

Me and Chloe have been partying every night with my cousins at my aunt's crib on Amboy. It was strange because I never really partied with all of my cousins before besides Rob, Geo, and Nicky. It was nice to drink some real beer though. That Natti Ice shit was killin me, haha. Chloe's gotten pretty drunk too and actually tried to kiss me the first night down here but I didn't let her because I didn't want her to do that to her fiance...even if he is an asshole. Who by the way I'm kinda surprised didn't care about her coming with me for the week. He supposedly has work...we'll see.

Last night, her and my cousins Tessie and Leanna were slamming shots of grey goose down. Sick fucks. Haha.

I didn't wanna upset anyone so I didn't say anything, but from the sound of all the talk, I think Rob might've killed over some cocaine or something. I know he dealt so...who knows. Doesn't matter to me either way, I love that kid. Just sad to see that the game caught up with him before he could get out...

Partying again tonight, I'll hit you tomorrow!

[Just Blaze]

It's nice to see a dynasty still going on this site. I'm lovin what you have so far....I can't imagine what you were feeling as you were writing some of the articles.

Keep up the work man.

[Loki]

leak2troupe03 said:

This was probably your best entry yet, and I'm sure the hardest for you to write. Great job man, keep up the good work with this.

Thanks man. You have no idea some of that stuff was to get out but I knew it'd help the story.

[Loki]

silverblazer said:

It's nice to see a dynasty still going on this site. I'm lovin what you have so far....I can't imagine what you were feeling as you were writing some of the articles.

Keep up the work man.

Apparently I wasn't logged in replying to Leak's post...

I'm glad you're enjoying the dynasty. It isn't your typical dynasty with all the pretty pictures and shit but I'm definitely putting a lot of work into it when I get the time to do so. Keep on reading man, thanks!

[Loki]

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October 3rd, 2003
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What a week. From burying my 18-year old cousin and best friend to partying with the fam and the most beautiful girl on this planet, this shit has just been completely backwards.

Chloe and I are back on the plane on the way home. Once we get back to San Jose, I'm driving her back up to LA and then I'm gonna meet that douche bag of hers. I know I'm a jealous bastard but I don't care, dude's a tool.

It's nice to have had this past week off from football with the bye and next week too. Don't know who the hell decided to give us two weeks off but maybe it'll help get us back on track. Of course, it could make us rusty as shit and that's even worse. Coach has had the team practicing though so I might be the only rusty one but I hope not.

I think Chloe's waking up so I'll type more later after I drop her off and shit. Peaaaaaaaaace.

[Loki]

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October 4th, 2003
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Ya know...I thought Chloe was just being a gold digger with that little douche bag of hers but I was wrong. Dude IS a total tool. He's broke as shit.

So yea I met the broke little bastard. Pretty boy..psh, what the hell does she see in him? What the hell does she see in him that made her even consider marrying his ass...whatever. Dude's ugly as balls too, horseteeth and everything all nice and white...haha.

Oh well, Chloe said the wedding date is set for December 21st. Heh...well Merry effin Christmas! I'm invited...woo...can't wait.

It sucked when I got back here though. Roommate had a bunch of his friends over playing Halo on his new X-Box so I went to the lounge down the hall and hung out with this girl Ashley from the West wing of my floor. Poor bastard, X-Box sucks and Halo's been out for like two years now. Boring game anyway.

"So, I'm sorry for asking, but how were things at your cousin's funeral?" she asked.

I smiled and shook my head, "It's okay. Things were OK I guess, everyone was a miserable wreck and I'm sure we will be for awhile but it'll pass. He's safe...wherever he is now."

"I'm sure he is. You really cared about him huh?"

"Yea, kid was like my best friend ya know? It's like he got ripped right out of my life...well, I guess he kinda did. But you know what I mean right?" I said. It hurt to think about him and everything but it was nice to talk to another person that cared.

"I'm really sorry you had to go through this. I felt so bad when I heard about it and I came over to see how you were doing but your roommate said you were already out to New York," she said.

"Yea, thanks. It's nice to know there's someone here to talk to. My teammates care and all but I feel like I can't be such a bitch about this kinda stuff around them ya know. I gotta play football, can't have all this other stuff hindering my play as well as theirs," I replied. She was so cute. You could tell she was really listening to everything I was saying and that meant a lot. I can't stand talking to a girl who clearly doesn't give two shits about what you're talking about.

She looked at her cell phone as it vibrated rapidly in her hand. "Shit. I gotta go have dinner with my roommates. I'm sorry Shannon. Call me later and we'll hang out," she said before getting to her feet.

I said I would and she leaned over and hugged me. I watched as she walked around the corner and then ducked down the stairway. Hmm...

Back to practice Monday!

[Loki]

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October 6th, 2003
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First day back at practice was a little rough. I was pretty rusty and missed a lot of my receivers throughout the day. Speed's still good though, that's probably all I'll need next Saturday anyway...I'm just kidding. I love this team, I just wish they'd start busting their asses a little more ya know? Still got a week and a half before our game anyway so everything should be fine and hopefully we'll get a win no problem.

Coach Hill seemed mad at me or something, I guess because I missed the week of practice or something but tough shit. My cousin died and we had two games off so screw him. I asked Jamar what Coach's problem was but he didn't know and changed the subject to Rob and the funeral and everything. I told him everything was good for the most part, it was an emotional week but that I think I'll be fine. He was happy with that and patted me on the shoulder pads before jogging to the locker room.

When I got back to my room I saw a call from Marcus back home so I hit him up. Unfortunately, Buffalo's been sucking it up just as much as we have apparently, lol. Marcus and I always hated losing. We used to get in fights with people on the bus back home just for talking. We lost, what the hell is there to talk about after a loss? Marcus is their #3 receiver but said the #1 is hurt and so he'll be starting this Saturday. I told him I'd catch the game if I could but that's obviously unlikely being out here in Cali.

Then he mentioned some shit about C.J. Infante and my ex, Liz. She had the baby...it's not C.J.'s.

"Who's baby is it?" I asked.

He didn't reply.

"It can't be mine," I said pissed.

"Who else's baby could it be?" he asked.

"Honestly, anyone's."

"Hahaha...true. I don't know dog, it ain't C.J.'s though. The kid's white."

You have to be kidding me...

[SilverChaosVII]

lmao, so many twists... hope you go deeper into this thing with the new girl. Maybe her and Chloe can go at it in some hardcore pillow lingerie fights... just a thought lol

[Loki]

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October 8th, 2003
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Coach is still being a dick at practice but I don't care. He'll probably be gone after this season anyway. He's incapable of running this football team and he's been given too many opportunities here already, and no, I'm not afraid to see that about him. He doesn't know what he's doing. A couple of the Seniors told me he's never known what he's doing.

Class has been kicking my ass lately too. I didn't realize it but my grades have been slipping and I've got mid-terms coming up. I wish I could just play football. I don't mind going to psychology though, Miss Hunsicker is hot. So of course, that's the class I'm doing the worst in. I'll be alright, just gotta keep that GPA above 2.0. Cake.

I haven't talked to Chloe since I left her house. Whatever. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I never talked to her again after her wedding to that TOOL. Ugh...

Beside that bullshit with her, I think my female situation has begun to improve. Ashley and I caught a movie Monday night, then decided a random drive down to Santa Barbara was necessary before it got too cold to chill on the beach. After our early classes, we bounced and drove down to the beach. Let me just say, Ashley in a bathing suit = 3294839843984 times hotter than she already was. My God!

It was pretty cold, low 70's and windy, so I kept her warm as best I could. She didn't complain any. Nor did I. It was a good time though, we definitely connected. My Irish white ass got burnt though, haha oh well, it was well worth it. We got back up here and I walked her to her room, got a nice kiss, nothing crazy, a good kiss. I think that might've made things better though. She isn't easy, that's some wifey material right there.

Two more days of football practice this week, going out with Ashley again Friday night. Hitting the SIO party down on 2nd street. SIO's house is always poppin. Saturday's watching football all day with the boys, some more partying Saturday night, and then NFL Sunday. I love the weekends. I can't wait for next week though. This game vs. Nevada is gonna be big and I hope we can pull the win out. We got the talent, we just need to get all this talent meshing together as one unit. It'll happen...

[Loki]

silverchaosvii said:

lmao, so many twists... hope you go deeper into this thing with the new girl. Maybe her and Chloe can go at it in some hardcore pillow lingerie fights... just a thought lol

Hahaha. You would wanna see something like that wouldn't you? You sick, perverted little bastard you. Well...so would I! Deeper is my plans, with this entire story really. Like...a whole career or...life. We'll see. Should be interesting.

[Loki]

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October 13th, 2003
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What a weekend. Good and bad. Practice was fine those last couple days, coach backed off me but Friday night...damn.

After practice, I hit the showers and then headed to the dorm to take a real shower and got all dressed to go out. The roommate, myself, Jamar, and Jason Dill met up with Ashley and a couple of her friends in the lobby downstairs and we headed to SIO. Everything was cool; Jason and I played some pong, owned as usual. Unfortunately, one group of kids didn't like how much we were owning. My bad.

The one kid, clearly a freshman, about my size and everything wearing some doofy-looking hat said some shit about cheating and through one of the balls across the room and hit Jamar in the chest. Jamar looked at his chest, then up at the kid. Ut oh. The two idiots were apparently too drunk to notice what they just did and continued to yell at me and the 6'5" 300 lb. center. Some of the fraternity brothers came over to see what was going on and they tried to act like it was nothing, so Jason and I were like, "Alright whatever then it's squashed."

But it wasn't.

The moment the frat brothers walked away, the other kid throws a cup of beer (which he should've drank by now, they did lose) across the table and hits me in the face. Now it was a wrap. Jamar beat us to the punch, literally, and tackled the kid with the stupid hat into the group of girls around the DJ table. The other kid tried to hit Jamar from behind but Jason and I grabbed him and tossed him across the room and into the wall. Suddenly, the thought of my cousin's murder ran through my mind and I quickly pulled Jamar off the other kid.

The frat brothers ran into the scene and tried to break things up as much as they could. Ashley joined my side and asked me what was going on but before I could even answer the kid we through against the wall charged and swung at us, missing me and clocking Ashley right in the jaw. I caught her as she fell back to the floor, clutching her jaw. Jason caught the kid with a right before the frat brothers grabbed the kid and dragged the two jerkoffs out of the house.

My face stunk off alcohol as SIO tossed everyone out of their house. I was worried sick now, if the cops rolled up, I'm screwed. I don't need an underage, definitely not during football season anyway. Ashley's jaw was still hurting her but honestly at this point, I just wanted to go back to the dorm. That seemed almost impossible now though, there had to be 60 or so other kids headed in the same direction from the party.

"Pigs!" Jamar screamed as he darted down the random alleyway here in San Jose. I swear I was wondering what the hell it was there for; now I understood. Our large group fled following Jamar as he leaped a fence and continued through someone's backyard. I couldn't get caught. My ass wasn't missing any games, forget that. The first house I saw, I grabbed Ashley and ran for the door. I didn't care who's it was, just didn't want to get in trouble. I knocked. I could hear the sirens coming closer. "Answer the damn door," I thought. Finally the door swung open.

"Greg?" I asked realizing that it was my receiver Greg Wilkerson.

"What's up dogg?" he asked.

"Let us in, the cops are after us!" I exclaimed and we charged into what I was assuming was his house.

"What the hell did you do?" he asked me.

"I didn't really feel like getting in any trouble with drinking and shit. This is your house?" I asked him, wiping the sweat, or beer?, from my face.

"Nah, it's Trey's."

Trey was our fullback so that was cool. We've gotten along pretty well so far so I hoped he'd be cool with me chillin there, at least for right now and luckily he was. Ashley and I stayed the night. Greg and Trey through a little get together of their own but it was chill.

Saturday morning, I woke up and got Ashley up too. Everyone was still out and it was like 11. My head was killing me. Hangover, sweet. Not. I wondered where the rest of the guys went to and looked at my phone to see if any of them had called me but they hadn't. I'll admit I was a little worried. I didn't want any of them to get in trouble but we definitely needed to split up. I just got lucky, for all I know, they got a whole lot of shit.

Ashley and I walked back to the dorms. We held hands, if that really means anything. I've held hands with millions of girls but it didn't necessarily mean anything. She kept looking at me and smiling though, that cute smile. I walked her to her room and gave her a kiss. I turned and went to walk off but before I got the chance she called my name. Her roommate, one of the girls who came out with us, wasn't there and hadn't called her. I tried not to think anything of it and ran to my room quick to see if my roommate was there, he wasn't.

Shit.

I called Jamar. No answer. Jason: no answer. What's the deal? I panicked now. What if they ran into those kids again last night? What if this and what if that quickly ran through my mind. My cousin's death streamed through my brain. No way.

I ran back to Ashley's room but she wasn't there. Some kind of red stain seemed to cover much of her bed. What the hell? I called her, no answer.

"Shannon..." someone called out. For some reason my body felt like it was shaking. "Shannon!"

I leaped up from my position on Trey's couch. Wow...it was only a dream. Ashley stood over me with that beautiful smile on her face. I looked around the room and saw everyone from Greg and Trey's party chillin on the other couch and in chairs watching the USC game. I smiled.

I had you guys going for a minute there didn't I? Haha.

"It was just a dream," I said.

"Of course it was silly," Ashley joked.

Jamar, Jason, and all the girls got away safely, thankfully. I chilled with them all Saturday, watching the games that we had to watch like USC's big win over Stanford and UCLA's nailbiter vs. Arizona. Sunday was all NFL all day. I wish I could watch the Giants but it's alright I guess, bleh. They're pretty terrible this year anyway, 2-3 now.

We gotta win Saturday. I can't stand losing. We got the tools, we just gotta get them going. It'll happen.

Oh, and Chloe called. I didn't answer. She can kiss my ass for all I care right now.

[SilverChaosVII]

DAMNIT I WANT A FREAKING UPDATE!!!! I know it hasn't even been a week but I swear I'm dying of anticipation here... lol

[Loki]

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October 19th, 2003
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Another Saturday, another rough game.

The ride to Reno was shitty because the bus broke down and we all had to stand out on the highway while we waited for another bus to come. Coach was pissed, to say the least, so that made me happy. We got to Reno 20 minutes before gametime and had to get dressed and ready to be out on the field for the coin toss and what not. Trevor's slow ass was the last one on the field. Effin primadonna running back.

It's funny to think about him actually. He sucks. He's got so much speed and so much talent, but he doesn't get the ball because he doesn't try. And when a run play gets called, and that's rare because we are a passing/option attack kind of team, it's an option and half the time I just take that shit because I know I can cut and get up field way better than him. Just look at my stats, they say it all.

We got to stretch and run our warm-ups but didn't get to go over any plays because the Nevada coach was an asshole. The game started off bad and only got worse, as usual.

I did my best out there, connecting with Jamar and Wilkerson all throughout the first half and we actually looked like we might legitimately make a run at the strong Wolfpack team. Unfortunately, I was chased out of the pocket and had to run.

Down 28-21 at this point very early in the third quarter, I took off. The corner broke from Wilkerson's block and charged at me but I spun and he missed his tackle. I took off down the right sideline, keeping my eye on the safety coming at me from across the field. I watched the yard lines speed through my sight.

"20 more yards Shannon," I told my said.

The 15, 10, 5, BAM! The safety nailed me with one of the hardest hits I've ever taken as I crossed the goal line for the score but I didn't care about that. My ribs just got blown up and I couldn't breathe. I stayed on the ground, struggling to get myself up because of this piercing pain. The trainers rushed out onto the field to check on me and after a couple seconds I walked off the field.

Guess I got some bruised ribs. From that point on, the team fell apart. Our back-up quarterback couldn't handle the game pressure and seriously choked. We lost 63-35. I passed for 14-of-23 for 222 yards, 3 passing touchdowns, an interception, 5 carries and 133 yards, and that 83-yard touchdown run that I can't really complain about. Right now I should be good to play Saturday and I don't care, I'm playing either way, healthy or not. I don't miss games.

Today I got a call from Liz. HA! For those that might not remember, Liz is my ex-tramp that got pregnant with who I thought was my best friend. Apparently the baby isn't C.J.'s and apparently, guess who she thinks the father is?

ME!

Screw her and her illegitimate child. The kid isn't mine. I sound like effin Michael Jackson with that shit but it's true. I know this kid isn't mine.

[Loki]

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October 25th, 2003
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Make it official, Ashley and I are dating! Woot! I asked her out last night when we went out to eat at this fancy, Italian restaurant. Nothing better than asking a girl out over some damn good Penn ala Vodka!

I don't know what it is about this girl but she just drives me crazy and get this...she's a virgin! What?!? Something about that just makes me into her even more. How could such a hot chick be a virgin? I'm not complaining or saying anything by it, I'm proud of it. Who knows, maybe Shannon could be the one and only? Wow, marriage thoughts, let's back that shit up right now!

I was planning on talking a lot about our game vs. LA Tech but I don't know what there is to really say. Despite that our defense completely blows, we blew them out of the water. I totaled 8 of our 10 touchdowns, 6 through the air and 2 on the ground. My first 500 yard passing game was a fun one. We got lucky though, had their defense not be even more terrible than ours, we would've lost. I swear, I don't know how long our offense can hold up putting points on the board like this. All I know is Jamar and I did them dirty today.

After the game, I called my brother back home and let him know of my game. He was obviously happy for me but couldn't talk because it was just about time for his game vs. William Allen. I forgot about the time difference and that we used have some Saturday games in high school. William Allen's a big game for him though, they're pretty good. My mom said James has been doing well leading the team this year; they're 8-0. James is a beast too, got like 1600 passing yards and another 300 or so rushing. Mom said he grew an inch and put on a couple more pounds. Lucky bastard, it's gonna be so easy for him to get scholarship offers. He's somewhere around 6'2", 218 lbs. now. My Dad's 6'5", 235 lbs., but my Mom's 5'3" and like 100 lbs. so that's why I'm so damn small. Brother looks like my dad too, big old Guinea and shit. I'm the Irish feck in the family.

This baby situation with Liz is still bugging me. I can't afford to have a friggin' kid with that bitch on my head. She's gonna suck me dry of whatever money I make after college, whether it's in the NFL or doing some shit in journalism. I don't know, it's nice and all to have a kid but...that bitch was drinking when she was pregnant. She's crazy, I don't want that...for me or that kid if it's mine.

[Loki]

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November 1st, 2003
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Well, New Mexico State made sure to bring us all back down to Earth.

I played what had to be one of my worst games ever. I don't know what the hell I was seeing, well besides their defenders going my way with my thrown ball. 5 picks...5 picks. AND a fumble. I passed for 505 yards because I had to throw the ball so damn much.

Good for me and my three touchdown passes. Good for me and my stupid story in Sports Illustrated about how I'm on pace to break the passing touchdown record for a single season. I don't care. I want to win and win only. I don't give a shit if I go 9-of-10 for 12 yards and 1 touchdown, I want to win and I definitely don't wanna be the biggest cause of our losses. I don't know why I can't go without throwing so many damn interceptions so far this year. I'm terrible. Forget about our shitty defense and my receivers who don't wanna hold onto the damn ball, I am terrible.

#16-ranked Boise State next week, can't wait to throw that one away too...

And go to Hell Liz!

[Loki]

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November 9th, 2003
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And I still suck. Another 5 interception performance, another loss...by 30. I know they're good and I know we're not but, I don't wanna loss like that, I don't care. I got a lot of passing yards and I got a lot of rushing yards, I want wins!

Ashley and I had our first fight, I guess I was flirting with some girl or something. Oops, my bad. We worked things out though, she's so cute when she's mad. Things have really elevated between us, I think I'm falling in love.

Or at least I thought I was until I got a phone call from Chloe and remembered why I hate women. She just wanted to "check and make sure I was still coming to her wedding".

"No I'm not!"

That's what I should've said to the girl. How could you marry a tool? How could you play games with me my entire teenage life? From the time I was thirteen until now when I'm so close to nineteen, she's played with my head. Bitch.

Then the other girl who reminds me about why I hate women and can't trust them calls and says how she's gonna be here for the Fresno game and that I should see MY son. skjksjfksjfkskfjskj!

Forget about all these female trash, three more games of football, we win out and we could get a bowl bid or at least feel good about the fact that we played .500 football. This will probably be our easiest three-game stretch we've had all year so I think we'll get it done. I know we'll get it done.

Season Stats through Nine Games
241/415, 3701 passing yards, 38 TD's, and 31 INT's
113 carries, 1372 rushing yards, and 14 touchdowns
Trevor Allen, HB - 67 carries, 440 rushing yards, and 6 touchdowns
28 kick returns, 689 return yards, and 1 touchdown
Jamar, WR - 73 receptions, 1463 receiving yards, and 16 touchdowns
Greg Wilkerson, WR - 58 receptions, 889 receiving yards, and 7 touchdowns
T.J. Anthony, WR - 47 receptions, 678 receiving yards, and 5 touchdowns
18 punt returns, 176 return yards, and 1 touchdown

[Loki]

silverchaosvii said:

DAMNIT I WANT A FREAKING UPDATE!!!! I know it hasn't even been a week but I swear I'm dying of anticipation here... lol

You want an update?!?

Good, you got four! ;D