Jeremy's office was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. His desk was cluttered with papers, reports, and a laptop where the faces of the WWIF team owners, the league commissioner Larry Helton, and the compliance officer were displayed via a conference call. The tension was palpable as the meeting began, with Jeremy's phone on speaker mode."Larry, are we all set for the meeting?" Jeremy asked, his voice steady but laced with the weight of the upcoming confrontation."Yes, Jeremy," Larry Helton replied, his authoritative tone clear through the speaker. "Everyone from the league will remain silent and on the line during your meeting with Terrell Hillis and Coach Lombardi. We'll intervene only if necessary.""Understood," Jeremy said, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you for your cooperation."Just as he finished speaking, the door to his office opened, and Terrell Hillis and Coach Bill Lombardi walked in. Jer
Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he wanted. he had a charming athletic muscular body that even men would stop and admire.He would be the first overall pick in the NAFL draft; everyone had known that for a couple of years. Most people were surprised that He didn't forgo his senior year and go pro. He wanted to give back to Colorado f
Jeremy just stares at Luke and says, " The only reason you want me to enjoy these ladies and to stay out with you is that I'm the only one who can get you to drink responsibly, and if I don't stay out, you're going to stay out all night and not get an ounce of sleep. You'll show up drunk to the League meetings and might have a repeat of last year from what I have heard. "Luke grins ear to ear while saying, " Yes, I am, and Yes, You are. " Luke is playing on Jeremy's loyalty to friends, teammates, etc.Jeremy stares at Luke with a disapproving glare thinking that there is no logical reason to stay out except to help a friend and not embarrass himself. Jeremy rolls his eyes and then replies, " Fine, I'll stay out with you, but we're going to do things my way this time. " Then he thinks to himself, " I have a bad feeling about this. "The only thing Jeremy remembers is waking up to the five O'Clock alarm and shutting it off, moaning and groaning, feeling exhausted. Shortly after shuttin
Jeremy and Coach Lombardi get down to the field and start jogging over to Terrell to figure out what the commotion was for. They look around the field and don't see a woman around; they're trying to figure out why Terrell said no women are allowed on the field."What's all the fuss, Terrell? Why did you stop training camp? Shouts Lombardi.Terrell Hillis is huffing and puffing with anger, trying to calm down, stating, "A woman is trying to try out for the team. That's not allowed."Jeremy laughs and says, " I've never said that wasn't allowed; I want to have the best players on the field that the Cannibals can have. Who's the Woman?"Terrell points to the Linebacker, who just lit up the quarterback, then fires back at Jeremy, "It might not be your rule, but it's my rule, and I'm the GM; I make the rules and decisions."Jeremy stares at His coach while contemplating firing Terrell and says, "You're right, Terrell, you're the head coach and general manager, but just in case you don't re
Jeremy pouring himself another glass of bourbon and completely shocked at What he just heard. " What? Why? It doesn't make sense for me to coach you up and refine your skills. I am, was, a quarterback and you're a linebacker. On top of I'm not a coach at all. Why would you want me to be your coach? " Jeremy said in shock.Alexandra replies with inspiration, " It's because I saw how you were when you were rehabbing same trying to get back to playing in the pros, while the training staff looked on TV that you weren't coming back from your injuries and you were wasting their time, but you looked liked no matter what you were coming back, you would do whatever was needed to come back. I know you're not a coach, a linebacker, but you'll treat me like an athlete and a person, not a girl, not a woman. You're not going to take excuses or any crap from me or anyone, you're going to push me to get to the next level, to push me to my limits, to help me grow. I don't think or believe that anyone
Jeremy looks at Luke as he's finishing the last bite of his steak and asparagus, knowing that Luke has come up with attractive half-thought-through plans and ideas in the past but always will listen to his ideas. Jeremy shallows his bite and says, " I'm interested in hearing about your " perfect plan " for Alexandra's training. "Luke continues to explain his plan: " Since Omaha is coming down to play Denver in week four of the season, how about I have my coach Mike Jones help you coach Alexander a day before game day? I'll have the team come down a day before if you agree to pay for food and lodging for the team with that extra day in exchange for Mike's help coaching Alexandra. What do you think? "Now a little information on Mike Jones, He was an All-pro linebacker for the New York Titans; he played eleven years in the NAFL for the Titans. Jones was also a nightmare for offenses and an All-American linebacker at the University of Florida State. Mike Jones led the Omaha cattlemen to
Terrell, enraged at Jeremy, sternly says, " I don't know what you're trying to do, but I will not stand for your shenanigans. This is my team, and you're not going to fine me. It would be best if you let me do my job and left me to run the team. "Jeremy, disgusted with Terrell, replies, " Get it through your thick head that it's not your team, it's my team, and I am letting you run the team this year. You're walking on thin ice from now on, I WILL be fining you the bare minimum with possible termination, and if you keep pushing your luck with me, I'll take it to the news outlets that you were fined or fired due to conduct detrimental to the team. You'll be lucky to get another coaching job after that. Now get ready for practice. "Terrell Hillis, huffing and puffing, turns and heads to the locker room, muttering under his breath.Jeremy heads to where Alexandra is sitting at. Once Jeremy gets to Alexandra, he sits down and apologizes, " I'm so sorry for that interaction; you should n
It was April 28, 1998, and Alexandra Jordan was born to Thomas Jordan and Katherine Wells. Thomas was an All-American Quarterback for the University of Mississippi, and Katherine just started law school student recently graduating from the University of Colorado with a bachelor's degree when Alexandra was born. They weren't sure how they would raise a child while in college, but they were bound and determined to make it work.Alexandra always enjoyed being at the games, even when she was a baby. Her dad was a late-round draft pick in the NAFL and bounced around the league for a few years, mainly as a backup. Alexandra never missed a game of her dad's.Her mother became a lawyer and worked up to owning her law firm. Katherine held down the family home base in Oxford, MS, and went to Thomas's games on the weekends.The first spark of Alexandra's love of football came when her dad was with the New York Titans. Alexandra was allowed to go with her dad to practice when she was four years o