EDIT: For all first time readers...this is a dynasty report chronicling the successes and failures of The Hoover Bucs, which is a team in our Create-A-School NCAA10 Online Dynasty. These fine writers are (so far) playing the following roles.
The Shark, Coach Tony D'Amato: Jwinslow
Rush Propst, any other dialogue: Merih
Stay tuned, I'm aiming for about one massive update a week, most likely closer to the weekends. Thanks for reading!
The Shark, Coach Tony D'Amato: Jwinslow
Rush Propst, any other dialogue: Merih
Stay tuned, I'm aiming for about one massive update a week, most likely closer to the weekends. Thanks for reading!
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July 15th, 2009
There was a tension filled angst amongst the reporters crowded into the auditorium; they had not yet been informed as to why they were gathered to Hoover for this press conference. Rumors were abound as they traded "inside information" as to the meaning of this gathering.
"I hear Propst got caught backhand dealing for summa them Vestavia kids to transfer, and it's about damn time!"
"I hear he's finally bolting to the college ranks...and right before the season! He oughta be ashamed for what he's putting these boys through."
"Well I have information from an inside man clai..."
And with that the door behind them was slammed open, and in strode Coach Rush Probst, whose appearance was followed by the flash of cameras and the murmurs of obvious contempt amongst the congregation. Probst stepped up to his podium, waved hello to a few people who did not look too pleased to be acknowledged by him, tapped the mic twice and adjusted his Hoover hat to sit low above his eyes.
"Well, welcome to all of ya." His gaze went across the room and was met by many unfriendly eyes. "Hm, a cold welcome, but a welcome indeed."
"As you all know, I am Head Coach Rush Probst, of the Hoover High School Buccaneers...Go Buc(k)s!"
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"Go Bucs..." echoed the reluctant yet necessary reply from the reporters.
"That's enough o the theatrics now, lets get down to business here. I called you all here to fill you in on an absolutely amazing opportunity that has been forwarded to us."
"The NCAA has introduced a new program to further their affiliation with High School Football across the US. And no, this one don't involve no danged MTV cameras following my players around...freakin' vultures."
"No, this one involves what they call the "Step-Up" program. Various large high school across the country are going to be converted into hybrid highschool-colleges due to large enrollment, good academics, all that stuff, and most importantly football."
"As of right now, we have The Permian High school fighting Mojo...or whatever they go by these days...the TC Williams Titans (or fightin' Denzels as I like ta call'em)...and Bayside High (don't ask me how they got in this)."
"And of course, Hoover High School, which has been considering starting a college as it is."
This announcement sent shockwaves through the auditorium, and endless amounts of questions starting flowing unabated fromt he reporters.
"Coach, is this legal!" "Coach, what about the current players" "Coach...Coach..."
"NOW JUST WAIT A GOTT DANGED MINUTE! Y'all know damn well I'm the head football coach here...but just because football runs everything down here doesn't mean that I do the same. Therefore I will gladly direct any and all questions to our wonderful AD and Principal."
With that Propst waved up the pair that he acknowledged earlier and stormed out of the still buzzing auditorium with a beaming smile on his two-a-day heat weathered face.
Finally, he thought, I can move on up to the college ranks, and not have the dirt I've done here trail with me to another school.
Truth be told, Propst was nervous about playing in the SEC. But, as he's told many of his players before, nerves can either make you or break you.
Rush Propst was intent on making it.
As he slammed the door behind him the media turned their attention to the nervous pair up at the podium.
With a wipe of a sweaty brow and a clearing of the throat, the AD meekly said:
"Any questions?"
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