Bronk stopped when he hear what she  said, A Zipped  athe pass back to the  Kid  who  yelped  as it hit his chest.

 He  pushed the helmet back on his head  again, a slow  halfsmile came to his lips  as he jogged over to the Group. that stopped when Yuto stopped. He put out his hand to her, his eye black already smeared from the sweat from practice,Well well...A wideout that's not afraid to work off the clock... when they shook he said, Adam ..Adam Bronk...Nice to meet yhou...meet you all...if Yuto asked you..I might see you folks at the  club for  dsupper..you need anything..questions..you feel you can't  ask a coach..ask me...

 Pulling down his lemet he grins  a bit  as he takes  a couple  backpeddle steps towards the QB again,..be out here, when you'er  ready..the poor guy things he  can overthrow me....

  Gonna have  another one coming  out Fillings...think that rag at the end of your shoulder can hold up?

  Screw you Bronk..I can throw   as  long  as you want to run! The QB  chuckled  as he answered, but there was determination in his eyes...

 Yuto Looked at the others... Quarterbakc is Duke  Filliings...was the  number three..But Lady QB Just was waived Injured..too bad..she had good arm...Duke...has the hunger....

  when they reached the Locker  room entrance  the Coach pointed to the tunnel, that diverted,there was   the signs  for LAdies  and men Men to the bleft, ladies to the right.

  Alright  Paulson..Follw the  trainer  down to yourn laocker area... your equiptment should be there shortly..If Kat's not there, I am sure yuou will meet her, no later then tomorrow at practice.

  Going  down the  ahlls to the Men's  locker rooms  trainers  were busy  ripping ntape  of of the lockers that players had been cut, and putting up adheshive tape  with  thier names  and numbers scrawled on.

  As Young Mr. Amota  said...Yo have to earn your way on the team...you know yuou made it when your  helmet has the dragon decal on...and your tape is replaxced with a brass name plate...good  luck folks....

  the coach went into the coaches room, there were a few others  there and  the fellow that lead them in was going over the clip board with them

"Bethany Paulson," the woman said by way of introduction when Adam offered his hand.  The woman took the offered hand and shook it.  She had a pretty firm grip, but that wasn't uncommon among football players. "I'll keep all that in mind, Adam," she said in response to his statement about being there for questions.

She noticed Lucas behind her when she'd turn to speak with Adam, and there was a hint of recognition in her eye.  She thought she recognized him from watching tapes of a few games, but couldn't place the name off the top of her head.  Instead of pondering it, she turned to listen to the owner speak about Duke, but didn't speak.  The man made it sound like Duke might be the number one quarterback on the team, but she wasn't going to vocalize that.

Once they reached the locker room, she went to the ladies' locker room and found her locker, where she was currently issued the number 47, which suited her just fine.  The ladies locker room was, of course, less crowded than the men's she would imagine.   She set her bag in her locker and started checking out the locker room as a whole while waiting for her equipment to arrive and to find out if she'd be allowed to go out and practice at all today, or if it was going to be purely introductory.
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  the  room was , indded  smaller. it was also the locker room used  by the Ladies Soccer Team in New Jacksonville ( also owned  by Amota).

  The  Woman came in with  three helmets, and a  box  full of  face masks, three pairs of shoes, and another woman  came in with a cart that had various  sizes  and widths of shoulder pads, and three jerseys..On  mesh, white  with her number..One Forest Green with her name and Number on, On white  with her name and number on..they weren't  game day jerseys but they were nice.

 The older of the  women said to her, Names  Betty...I run the trainers  for the LAdies here...you need something, I try to wrangle it for you.  Caoch said you might be hitting the filed with  Bronk out there...that;s good..Guy's the energizer Bunny...if you can keep up with him, you'll do well.. Now..what you want in the way of face masks?

"Hi Betty," Bethany responded to the woman.  "If you've got a closed cage SK mask, that'd work for me," the woman said.  The SK was for a skill position player, to help a bit with peripheral vision.  She also provided her sizes for the various other portions of the uniform.  Most of her sizes tended, unsurprisingly, towards the larger sizes of the equipment.  "Which of the jerseys is the one I should wear for practice?" she asked.  It was a new player question, but it was necessary.

  Betty  pointed to the   mask and  the yonger  woamn used the  battery screwdriver to start screwing it in..wear the nameless white mesh..that's  what you'll wear  most practices unless it announced for a scrimmage...You want Molded  spikes, or screwins? Most Guys like the moulded..but some of the backs  like the screwins?

"I'll take screw-ins," Bethany responded to Betty.  "Lets me adjust a bit to the field conditions a little bit better".  She would prefer the option to change things up if it was necessary.  You couldn't do that with the molded spikes.  While she spoke, Bethany started going through her bag and changed into a plain green shirt and started getting into the parts of the uniform that didn't have to be put together like the shoes and helmet.

  once they got the  shoes she liked, the  trainwer  screwed in 1/4 in spikes  for the turf filed they had.

 Betty looked her over   and made her put on the helmet, she changed the shinstrpa three times  until she got one that she thought looked right...use the  small blatter pump to inflate the  airpads on the inside...  alright..get going..I'll be out in a bit, to see if you need  air changes in the  helmet. or if you want longer spikes...best get out there before that QBs  arm falls off...

Bethany finished putting on all of her gear before she nodded.  "Thanks Betty," the woman said politely to the other woman.  With that she took off at a light jog back out to field to see if she could find Adam.

Once she got out on the field, she started going through a few stretches to loosen up a bit.  It wouldn't take her long to get warmed up.  In the meantime, she glanced around to see if she could see the man around still.

  at the  far end of  the stadium Fillings  was still  standing there and the kid was  catching another pass from Bronk, this  time Bronk threw the pass as if he was rolling out.

 Fillings  pointed  down filed  to Beth, and Adam turned  and smiled, then jogged  back to the endzone to line up once more.

Bethany finished stretching on the far end of the field.  She did keep an eye on what was happening down at the far end of the field while she did so.  Once she felt properly loosened up, she jogged down towards the other two.  "Alright.  Hope I didn't take too long to get everything sorted out," Bethany told Adam and Fillings as she arrived.

  He grinned, naw, we  got another hour  yet....

  Fillings   snorted,we have a half  hour Little MAn...after that, you can practice throwing...

  Adam looked  Beth over  and nodded, she would note his  face mask had  two bars, the lower  one dropped dwon like  a smile, and he had  one bar  comeing down the middle og the helmet, splitting the facemask in half. He wore   molded spikes.

  Alright Beth?  We  are using   the spread, most times...everynow  and then they will throw in the wildcat..but i rather not talk about that...anyway..we run off a passing tree..when the QB calls  'READS' in the huddle, we will run our  routes as dictated by the D...the tree goes stright up from where you line up..Hook. square out  ,Square in,..slants...Posts..and Fly..when they want routes runt, they will feed it to use in the huddle...Get loose and save Filling's  arm By starting out  with a  5 yard hook, then a 8 yard  squar out, then an 8 yard square in..then we'll go from there..."

 Fillings shook his head,..save my arm , he says...alright Beth.. Hook on hut...if i do it right, it should be halfway  to you as you turn around, so get that head around....  he called Hut..3 step drop and the ball sanpped off his  hand..Bronk stood there with  helmet slid back, watching her feet, eyes and hands...

"Got it," Bethany said as she listened to the man's explanation.  It seemed simple enough.  Just a quick little hook.  Nothing too long.  As Fillings called hut, Bethany took off, moving quickly down the field.  She was pretty quick for her size.  Right around the five yard mark, she smoothly but quickly turned inward only to see the ball coming towards her.  She let the ball come right into her hands, tucking it under her arm as she turned and sprinted a few yards downfield before stopping herself.  It was always good to move as if you were continuing the play instead of just stopping with the reception.

The woman tossed the ball back at Fillings as she jogged back to the line.  "Eight yard square out, then square in, right?" she confirmed as she got back to the line.

  Fillings  nodded...Out  first, then In...the ball will be on its was as you cut..

  Adam added, drive out of your cuts...yuou'll get a least another  2 feet seperation that way..that could be the diffewrance, in this league, between a knockdown and a reception...

  Once more  Fillings  said  hut. three steps and fired the ball..there was no mercy in his throws, the ball was  coming ..game-day-speed..he wanted to see  what she could do as well.

  Ben andLucas  were approached  by Yuto, Please sign this...it  is simple contract to allow you to practice...the base  pay for Camp..Your agents  and I will work on the  Contract you will play under , durning the season...should  we come to an impasse, then..you will not be here anylong...but this  contract gives you pay for yhour time in came..and will not effect the real contract.

Bethany gave Adam a nod at his suggestion.  She was happy to get any suggestions she could get.  The NFL was a lot harsher than college ball.  She lined up, and on hut, she shot downfield.  As she hit the eight yard mark, she cut out quickly, bursting sharply at the appointed location.  She looked back and saw the ball coming her way.  She was in position to receive the ball, and she caught it, though it took her an extra motion to tuck it in neatly.  There wasn't a lot of question that the woman was fast.  You had to be in order to play in the NFL.  She cut quickly back upfield for a few yards before she slowed and turned around, tossing it back towards Filling.

"Was the drive better that time?" she asked as she got ready for the next pass mentally, standing near where she'd been lining up.  The square in was next, which was a whole different animal.

  Fillings  Looked at Bronk  who shrugged,Don't look at me  , Rag Arm. You'er the one that's throwing...

  Fillings  gave Adam a sneer,  Tha  was fine..but you need to get your head around as you drive....Bronk?   One out?

 The  small WR pulled his  Helmet down and gave Fillings  a dark look. But Lined up on the  same side as  as Beth, Out at 8....

  Fillings  said  hut, three steps  and the  wall whistled pass Beth and the boy Just as  Adam's  foot  hit the turf sending  a spray of  ground up tires into the air, when the lead foot hit the ground his hands  were up by his ehad, which had  already turned..the ball hit  him  Numbers  high, and much like beth the ball was tucked...and he came jogging back after throwing the ball back to the kid...

 ..Lets try an out  at 8...

 Bronk nodded and ran the Out, the ball sailed 5 feet over his head landing near the Bleachers..What the hell Duke?  and he Jogged  after the Ball, Fillings  took a few  quick steps up to Beth,..real Quick...the guys  a workaholic...he eats drinks and sleeps  football..so take what you can use..file the rest..but?  if you want to leanr? well..he's on this team for a reason, and its not his size...

  Bronk was frowning, Cripes! You looked  like Jamarcus Russel that time..what the hell?

  Ball slipped....guess i am getting tired...Ok Beth...try slanting  in at 8...Look for it off the line...in  the game..if the LBs  are playing off, we'll just fire it in...alright?  On Hut...

 Once more the ball snapped off his  hand , tageted for  about 8 1/2 yards.
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Bethany watched the play from her location, keeping an eye on Bronk and how he moved and when his head turned.  Meanwhile she was mentally playing it against how she had done the same play.  To the casual observer, it probably didn't look that much different, but Bronk's head did turn quicker.  She'd have to work on that.

"Got it," Bethany responded to Fillings as she lined up for the slant.  On hut, she shot forward in the slant pattern, head coming around quickly and hands up ready to receive.  She caught the ball and turned her head upfield just as quickly, continuing the route and escaping from the imaginary defense.
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  GFillings  Grinned  as he took off his helmet,..Good Job, we'll see what happens if  we get in 7-7s tomorrow...right now?  Let Adam throw you some...he's gonna be the wildcat QB....

  Dammit  Fillings...

 The QB  laughed  as he jogged to   the locker room, a Tall black player built slender, with long  arms  was walking to the gate, and shook his head,..Hey Chic? Don't  let that Midget work ya to death..he still thinks that's all there is in this world is football...

 Bronks galred at the  fellow and said, that's  right Givens, keep shooting your mouth off...you'll be able to see me work every game  , while you'er at home watching it on TV...

 The  Black man whipped him the finger  as he walked out the gate.

  Bronk looked at  Beth,..Ok..High school i was the  #3 QB..finished out  my  Jr  and SR years as QB, cause everyone else got hurt...recieving numbers went down, and my height? well..no DI schools look for that...College..same thing...we won the DIII title  my JR year..i hit Yuto with a pass in the enzone in OT..but?  Numbers  down...size..didn't matter how fast i am...so? Now here i am, In Japan, Sims let me be a wideout...Cananda? i was a slot guy..loved it...now?  i come back here..some genius thinks its  agood idea  for  me to be the running QB...I keep hoping they pull another QB off the street since  Jo was  hurt...they waived her  injured...don't know if she'll be back next year or not...

 He sighed, So? If  I gonna  throw to you. Lets  try from the 10 yard line going in, I roll and throw  like  i would if  we run the cat from there...that way you'll be used to seeing the ball from my level coming out....one thing? Don't give up on me...just because  you can't see me, doesn't mean i don;t know where you are supposed to be...right now, we'll try a fade to the Left corner..once  we get that down, we'll do the right corner...then we'll see how many more youwant to run...

  acting  as if he was taking a shotgun snap He  dropped back  and   set the ball an an arc towards the back corner of the endzone.. it camedwon, nose down...

Bethany listened to Bronks talk about how he finally got to the NFL and nodded.  "Well, not being the same as all the other players is something I know a bit about.  I had to spend twice as long in the gym to hold my own against the guys the whole way through, and figure out most positions just in case someone decided girls couldn't play.  I know where you're coming from," she said.

She lined up and ran the fade.  This route was one of her favorites, if only because she could usually reach over someone if she had to.  Of course, without an actual defender, it was much easier for her to catch the ball.  She kept her eye on the ball and caught it over her outside shoulder, watching it the whole way.

The woman jogged back and tossed the guy the football.  "Right corner then, and I'm not particularly tired yet.  I play both sides of the ball, so endurance is something I've trained for". She lined up for the next play.

  Bronk Grinned,alright then...watch your footwork..i mean don't  watch it..feel your  footwork..you were in that time,, but make it a points, to drag the toes, even when youo know you are in...the spray of the  rubber bits, looks  real good on the rerply camaras, refs can't screw  us when they see that spray...


  Just as they were  ready to run the next fade. a Tall good looking  guy dress in a sports  jacket, big watch on his wrist, some rings, he grinned at Adam and pointed at beth with a smile, and headed out the  gate,..That's  Steele..right now? he's the Number one QB....great arm..no legs..tough, can take a pounding..but..he has a problem..if he don't  fix it..Fillings  will be number one by the  5th game....

  Adam-son!...You are not practicing  with Miss Paulson  before she signs the practice  contract?..that would be very , very bad.... Yuto  spoke to Adam  and never looked at Beth,..so.....he  waved the clipboartd behind his back for beth to come up and sign,..I guess she must still be in the locker room?...or maybe..she isn looking for me..how foolish of me..i should have stayed   in the hall way

 Adam Grinned,  I agree Yuto..it  would  be very bad for her not to sign ..THE STANDARD PRACTICE CONTRACT SO SHE CAN PRACTICE UNTIL HER AGENT  WORKS OUT HER DEAL....  he said  those words very loud, so Beth would undestand   the paper was not her Game  contract.
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Bethany didn't say anything quite yet, and instead came around the side and signed the contract (after glancing it over, of course, and reading the top parts quickly).  However, she didn't continue speaking, and instead made her way off to the side to let Yuto continue on speaking.  Stupid paperwork.

  Yuto  brought the clipboard  around the front again..and he began to laugh,Oh!  How  silly of  me...she must have signed it when we where going in..never mind  Adam...forgive  me for interupting your  workout...I must return to my office, if i am going to make dinner at the club...

  he grinned  and  took off at a jog, giving Beth a wink as he  ran by.

 ..so?  want to try  some double Moves?  Steele can get the  ball about 55 yards  down field..Fillings  a good  60..I am  have  around Steele's range..but..I am a reciver  so that gives me an edge...know where to throw it a bit better then he does...so? whatca thing..a few deep ones?

Kat stood quietly on the far end of the field. Yet again, here she was, staring up at the goal posts. Throughout her playing career, be it high school or college. Friendly field or foe's, she would take the time to stare at the goal posts. She viewed it as both studying, and locking wills. The yellow giant structure was her best friend and her worst enemy.

Kat had a football in her hands, and she was absent-mindedly turning it over as she stood there, in a practice jersey, and black yoga pants. She had her cleats on, but hadn't bothered with pads. She wasn't scheduled for heavy duty work today, unless the coach decided to make her do anything else...

Still, the lithe kicker was oblivious to the world around her right now. She was engaged in contemplation.

"I'm Ben Hope, tight end," Ben introduced himself. He soon found his space in the locker room, and changed into practice clothing, eager to get moving after far too long sitting still and travelling.

He grinned at the tape on the locker. As usual, some well-meaning but ill-informed soul had written 'Benjamin' rather than 'Benedict' - he'd better say something before they reached the brass plate stage.

Dressed in plain grey, and with an unmarked helmet in his hand, Ben headed out to see who was around and who'd toss a ball with him.