We're in Texas.
The Nighthawk's longtime division rival.
Everyone is playing pretty badly in our entire conference so far, including us, but that's a good thing. That means that everything is still up for grabs including the division title and a playoff spot.
Sabrina doesn't think I listen to her, but I actually believe she's one of the smartest women that I know, and her questions about my leadership of the team made me pause.
Do I celebrate too much?
Was I disconnected from my teammates?
Do they struggle to see me as their leader?
So the last two games I've been in my teammates faces. Getting them laughing. Getting them angry. Getting them to feelsomething. Anything but complacency. Anything to start earning back their trust and motivate them to play for something bigger than their paychecks.
It's about twenty minutes before kick off, and I plan on turning things up even hotter for this game in particular for several reasons.
If we win it will send a message to the teams on the rest of our play schedule that we're focused, serious, and a legitimate threat. Second, this game represents a long standing rivalry that gets high television ratings every time we play, and I would hate for half of the nation to see us lose. And last and more importantly because Sabrina will be watching in person, and I want to be a winner in front of my girl.
I check in with the team assistant, Brad to find out her estimated time of arrival. I treated her and a few close friends to some seats in one of the box suites. She should have landed by now.
"Hey Brad, you did what I asked right?"
"Absolutely, Saint. The driver should have picked up her group, and they should be on their way to the stadium. They'll be in the East box suite. That was cool of you to invite the people she works with."
"People she works with?"
"At least I think they're her coworkers," he says reluctant to say any more.
I text Sabrina quickly before the Nighthawks are called onto the field.
Me: Are you here yet?
Freshman: In the van on the way there.
Me: Who did you bring?
Freshman: People from work.
That wasn't our agreement.
Me: Don't you have any other friends?
Freshman: Don't you have a game to get ready for?
Me: Who exactly did you bring, Sabrina.
Freshman: Marisol, Kate, Samuel and Jason. You happy?
Me: You've really got some balls.
Freshman: They make up the sports division. I had to invite them.
Me: No you didn't, but we'll talk about it later.
Freshman: Have a good game, Gunslinger:)
She's learning fast that it drives me crazy when she calls me that. It makes me hard and horny, because between she and I it has absolutely nothing to do with football.
