Fry moves the tee back to the 25,"there ya got..three more f rom her..get ya  a bit looser..."

  Number #4  goes first again..all three go though. though they are  only about a yard higher the the cross bar.

  Number  1 goes next..first two go stright through..the  third one hits  the left upright  and bounces through.

  Fry shakes his head,Damn...thought they said they had me some kickers...Lets go Dawlish....

Kat nodded to the man and stretched, stepping back and to the left before drilling the three shots down the center of the uprights. Her dad had drilled her constantly before the draft and after. This was child's play. After the last of her three kicks, she looked silently towards the man who was running the kicking unit, wanting to know where she'd be kicking from next.

  Sims  and Amota  stood behind the Qbs as they threw back and forth to each other..thwe WRs  and TEs run in and out of cones...jumping...and ran cut drills across the  filed.

  Sims  pointed at a   Tall lanky QB #3Sorry son...with that release you will spend more time looking up at the sky, then you will watching our boys run with the catch...go see the Dragonettes...we have your number..we'll be in touch, should  we need you..."

  now..there  were 6 QBs

  Adam  and LAroi pushed the pack to the brink..adam finishing well ahead of Givins..but Givins getting him in the verticles..however only  Tightend #89 and Adam..didn't drop a ball...Two recievers were sent packing before the end of the skill drills.

  Sims could here the banter from the Wideouts,Hey..Midget..don't ya wish you could  jump like that?"

  Adam's answer,Hey..Board hands? don't ya wish you could catch like that?"

  Sims  hide his  smile with  a hand over his mouth..this was going to be fun....

Ivan snagged the ball with one hand, nearly getting overshot by the QB. He tucked the ball close to him and finished through the 15 yard line. He knew it wasn't the best, but it didn't look like the other FBs were any better.

 Hebner nodded,well..i'll be damned..a fullback that can catch...ain't seen that since  Jim Kelly and the run and shoot witht he Gamblers..good job son...Now...ya  all lin up behind me..You  run to the  conce in the flats, belly out now, like you'er in the flat, see if i can get ya  the ball  and you can move up field."

 The start out  the HAlbacks had  an easier time of it..most were brought in from west-coast stle offenses...one was a JAgs hold over..neither Full back could  trun up filed fluidly...it was Ivan's turn.

 fry move the Tee back to the 30..then smiles..then moved it back to the 35, 45  yards  from here to the crossbar...sure looks  kinda long..huh? Lets see what you can do..."

  Off to the side the assistant was bumming out on the punters,,,every now and  again there would be  a thng..folowed  by a flood of colorful words..or a simple..'good job'

  Number  4 kickedtwo wide right   and one barely a foot over the crossbar..he kept looking  down filed  were the Wideouts were and shaking his head.


  Number one Boomed  the first 2 through..the third sailed  wide left.

  Now...Kat was up.

Kat grinned and took a breath. Three shots. It was starting to get interesting, now that they were at the 35. Kat took a breath and took her customary steps back and left. She was acutely aware this was the beginning of the real test. She launched herself forward, the first kick sailing up, only to barely clang in off the bottom bar. Kat gritted her teeth and swore under her breath.

Her next two shots went sailing right through. Kat was pissed. She'd made all three, but the first one was weak, and might as well have been shanked. It was okay, she'd get the next set.

  Fry Nodded,Right then.. he stood over the tee facing the crossbars, humm. humm humm..sure looks small from here..you gotta get that fat old  ball...alllll the way down there..and get it in that little tiny space..."

 he shakes his headgood luck....

  number 4..leaves the first two short..the third hitd the crossbar...he was crushed. swearing under his breath.

  number 1 kicked the first one through with a yard  to spare...the next two were long enough..but wide right.

  they all looked to KAt.

Kat gritted her teeth. The coach hadn't told them from what distance they were striking, not that it should matter as much, BUT, it meant guess work. Kat took her steps back and left, then launched forward, her foot connecting with the ball...which flew up and away, wide right. Kat swore.

She closer her eyes and focused. She had a moniker to live up to, dammit! She zoned back in. She took a breath, then launched herself forward. The ball was up, away, and straight through the uprights, with room to spare. Kat nodded, then did the same exact thing again.

She was finding her zone. First had been shanked, but the last two were high and down the middle. Just like her dad taught her.

  Fry Nodded..he moved the tee back..now they were at the 45.55 yards...either of  you two have 55 yards in you?"

  He looked at #4,You can go see the dragonettes...

  Number # smirked  as  his friend was  cut.. He took his  steps...pounded into the ball three straight times...all three were short by a yard..but..would have made it from 54.

 they now. looked at Kat once more.

Kat nodded abruptly. She was ready to take this guy down. She had to. She stepped back, then launched up. With the same result as Number 1. A yard shy. She swore and impulsively launched again...same result. Kat frowned and took a second, zoning all the way in. She wanted this. More than that idiot next to her. She set the ball up on the tee. Her steps back and left...and then she took striding steps forward, planting her left leg, swinging her right.

A solid thunk and the ball was up. It was up high.

And straight. The ball soared through the uprights, clearing the distance with plenty of room to spare. Kat had nailed it on the last go. She pumped her fist, wishing she had a place holder to jump onto in celebration.

  Fry looks at the two kickers,pretty damn close...both you get to go to camp...make no mistake..its Kat's  job to lose..Congrats..."

  then he snapped his figures  as if he forgot something,Don't get too excited though...around 7:00 yu will be doing this again..only you are gonna have holders..live people to hold the ball.. wait 'till then to pick a holder though..don't know who will be left to hold..now..go cool down  and relax a bit..I have to go cut  some punters.."

Kat nodded to the coach, and stretched out. She was determined to beat out #1 and get this job. She wanted it. And she knew who she wanted holding for her. She grinned as she walked over to watch the Quarterbacks play, taking off her helmet. Looking to see how James was doing...

 during  a short ( very short) water break, Kat notices Laroi, #1 and a rather nasty looking  fellow with a Saftey's tee shirt on #41..they were pointing in the direction of Adam who was talking to a taller slim blonde Tight end..shold coul tell by the way he looked at the fellow and was motioning with his hands  and pointing to his eyes, that he was coaching the Kid up.

  Looking back towards the Jags, leftovers..she saw #41 look at  Adam and nod his head. he gave both the others a hand bump as  everyone who was still left, went back to thier tryouts.

  Lining up to do "read" routes, Adam  gave  Kat a wink and  agrin, and  was off and running again.

  the time she spent there, she  Saw James  had  an edge on release and footwork. A taller more..er..meaty Quaterback had  a more powerful arm, but many of the Wideouts  and Tightends would  drop short 10-15 yarders  cause the were whislted in like 50 yard bombs..Only  #89 and Adam seemed not to care how hard the ball was thrown...Laroi fought   the passes from the  big guy like they were a rabid raccon attacking his face. Each time he dropped on Adam would  just say,"quack"

 Nathan walked from within the tunnel and looked out at the stadium. Leaning his head back he took a deep breathe of fresh air. After a moment to enjoy being back in states he started to walk along the edge of the field watching the players move and drill. The air was full of excitement as well as some sad looks of disappointment but that was the way of first day cuts.

 Nathan looked to see how many familiar faces he could recognize in the crowd. He wanted to get a good look at the talent for the team, he already had his doubts that this new owner was going to allow much freedom when it came to making moves and such but he kept his mouth shut for now. He was there to do a job, a job he was pretty sure he was good at. He needed to put together a top five defense, the question was is there anyone here he could count on to help him with that task.

 Nathan watched as his Defensive Assistant ran some defensive drills, he had worked with Jacob for years now and there weren't many people he trusted near as much. The two of them had put together some nice schemes and great plays in the past, he had no doubt they would be doing the same this season.

 Stopping and pouring himself some water from the cooler he sat down on the bench and just watched as the action unfolded in front of him.

 Once more Hebner put the backs through thier paces So far Mikhail and two other halfbacks  had taken  the lead, not long after the break, one fellow  was sent to the Dragonettes to gethis tryout package. One of the Fullbacks was sent away as well..though the fellow from Grambling  was  a specimen, he had no hands, and bad feet...hebner told him to work on speed and agilty and come back next year.


  an older Halfback looks at Mihail and Ivan  You boys  are doing alright  for 'unheardofs',,i was with Grenbay last year...hoping to  find a home here..."

  the heavyset  boy with the dragon's Tee-shirt came pulling up in the Golfcart,hello , Mr. Louis...your plane finally get in? Caoch Sims And Me Amota are watching Quarterbacks  and wideouts now...they said , when you are ready to come see them..."

Attention...after the next set of drills, there  will be a halfhour Lunch break,on the east side of the Stadium is Amota Hall. Food and drink will be provided there...after Lunch...Widerecievers and Tightends as well as the defensive backfiled, put on helmets and shoulder pads..we will be going semi-live in 7 on 7s...carry on.   The Air Horn Blew For a Moment and Sims brought up the Bull Horn,

  Grinning from ear to ear he said to #89,This  is where we make our  hay! They said  Semi-live...that means we are getting popped if we catch a ball..so the DBs  can show off...make sure,,,you catch the ball..and give some back...Sims does not like chinadoll recievers with alligator arms.."

  The Tightend just grinned, the two got up to get back into line. for more reps.

Standing up Nathan took another look on the field then slid onto the seat of the cart, "I'm ready now, lead the way I'm looking forward to getting some work done what better place to start." Nathan watched the WRs as the drove down the field. He thought about maybe looking into some Iron-man players with good hands for DB.

 The  boy drove Nathan up to Sims  and Amota. After Nathan gets out he drives off towards the North endzone where the older fellow  was ewaving for him to come, three fresh drink Coolers  waiting to be spread around.

 Sims  looks over a NAthan Hello Nathan, Good to see you made it. You Have met Mr Amota and his wife Nilie?

  Amota boes  and says something in japanese, the woman answers,My Husband has yet to grasp the english  very well..until he does i translate for him, though..he can understand the English well..we are both pleased to see you again."


  Sims chuckles as he points Laroi out to Nathan the ball saids over the tall recievers hands by inches, as his head spun around as Adam and #89 jogged past him,Doesn't matter how high you can jump, if you  are afraid to go up after it...

  Laroi kicks the ball towards  a ball boy,shut your face midget! bet  the QBs  can't even find you out there..."

  Adam counters as he breaks into hsi route  and snags a poorly thrown post,They see me..I'm the one  who can catch..."


  Sims chuckles,They have been going at it the whole time they have been here...so? What  you think ..we are down to ..."

  Nilie looks at Amota's  clipboard99"

   Head Coach nods,Thank you...99 bodies..i suspect we will scour the wires and leads as we get near camp time...By 8 we should be down to around 70 to take to camp.

 Nathan nods at Mr Amota and his wife. "Nice to see you as well" he responds without much emotion. Listing to the two shoot back and forth he shakes his head with a slight frown.

"Lets hope that work as hard on their assignments as they do being cleaver with each other."

Looking down with Coach Sims, Nathan allowed a grin to creep across his face. "We seem to be weeding them out pretty quick. That's a good sign, we can get down to the hard part of starters and working with depth of the team."
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Kat wasn't sure what she was going to do when those live 7-on-7 drills started. Usually that denoted offense versus defense, there weren't PATs or field goals, really. She sighed and stretched, determined to have a better showing. She wanted to knock that jerk wearing the #1 out of the running and take the job today. Their next kick off would allow her to do that.

She hoped.

She walked over to the sidelines, downing some Gatorade. She ended up standing right near the Head Coach, Defensive coordinator, and owners, but her focus was on the field...

  Seeing  Kat near them, Sims motions with a hand to Kat as he says to Nayhan,Have you met our kickers..or at least one of them...Kat Dawlish, was one of our draft picks... he ponts off to  the #1 who was watching the D-backs,That one is Carl..holdover  from the jags... he shrugs
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Kat whirled around at the sound of the Head Coach saying her name, she hadn't focused on them due to watching the QBs, and she figured they'd be too busy to bother with a rookie at this point. Sheepishly, Katelyn walked over, smiling politely.

"It's nice to meet you, sir."