Chapter 50

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We pulled up to the stadium at about 9:00. Practice started at 9:30, so we were all right. I walked in with Julian and hugged him before he went into the locker room.

"Good luck Squirrel. Love ya bro," I said. He smiled and went in. I made my way down the sidelines to where Bill was looking at a clipboard.

"Hi Bill!" I exclaimed, making him jump.

"Hello Alex," he greeted, still looking down.

"How are you today?" I asked. He looked up and his eyes widened.

"The guys," I explained. I sat with Bill looking over plays for about a half hour.

"Alright, do you want me to start stretching with them?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'd appreciate it."

"Can I have a whistle and a stopwatch?"

He gave me both and I went over to the guys, who were all congregated in a circle. I took my whistle out of my back pocket and blew it. All the guys jumped and lined up by position.

"Alright!" I yelled. "Jumping jacks!"

"Um, I hate to be the one to bring this up, but why is your hair blue?" Chandler asked nervously. I folded my arms.

"Boys, because of your friend Chandler here, I'm gonna make your warm ups hell. I want 100 jumping jacks," I said.

"Who's that?!" I heard someone ask. I think it was LaQuon Williams, who Bill picked up.

"That's my girlfriend," I heard Rob reply. I grinned to myself and waited for the football players to finish. I waited about a minute more.

"Alright, that was mediocre at best. Now I want knee lifts! Lets go! We're an NFL team, not a bunch of Pewee players!" I exclaimed harshly, walking around the lines until everyone was doing well.

"Good. Now I want you to pair off and do you stretches. That doesn't include sit ups and push ups. Stretch your arms and legs and torsos. Let's go boys, let's stop ogling like a bunch of seventh graders!" I yelled, taking off my sweatshirt. "You act like you've never seen someone take off a sweatshirt!"

"Yes ma'am!" someone replied. I waited until everyone was done.

"Alrighty boys. I'm gonna have some fun with you now. Bill said I could do whatever I like for the first 45 minutes to an hour. So I'm gonna pick a about Julian. You're fast. I want you to demonstrate a 40 yd. dash. If you don't do it in less than 4.60 seconds, you need to do suicides to the forty in less than ten seconds. Now, Julian. Let's see this." I took out my stopwatch. "...AND GO!"

I stopped the timer as soon as I started it. Julian's time was 4.52 seconds. I grinned.

"Not bad, Edelman. 4.52 seconds."
He trotted off, back to his spot in line.

"Amendola, Danny!" I called. He trotted forward. "Let's go, Danny Boy."

He lined up.


I grinned as I stopped the stopwatch.

"4.58 seconds. Cutting it close, handsome."
He, grinning, went back to his place in line.

"GRONKOWSKI, ROB!" I yelled. Rob came over and tried to kiss my cheek. I shook my head.

"Nope. Not today pretty boy. We're here to practice. Focus," I said, smacking the back of his head.

"OOOOOOOH!" a couple of the guys exclaimed.

"Alright Gronkowski. Lets see what you've got. GO!"

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