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revrew · 02-13-2019, 08:32 AM

SEASON 4: 2028 DRAFT:

"Oh, jeez," said Dragons Assistant Coach Nickolas Troutman. "You about gave me a heart attack."

The lights in the draft war room flickered to life, computer screens booted up from the base blue, and the smile of a solitary figure, dressed in a purple suit, grinned from the escaping dark like the Cheshire Cat in Alice's Wonderland.

Dragon Coach Kevin O'Dea followed Troutman into the room and slapped his assistant on the shoulder.

"What's the matter?" O'Dea asked. "Are you surprised Ledger would be here so early?"

"No," Troutman said. "I just didn't expect to see him sitting in the dark."

It was not yet 5 a.m. in the J.W. Marriott, overlooking Music City Center in Nashville, Tennessee. But Jack Ledger was already working the phones.

"Watch pick Number 1," Ledger said to his assembling staff, as they took their first sips of coffee and tried to shake off the cobwebs of too-early interrupted sleep. "The word on the street is they want a receiver."

"Not Forbes!" O'Dea said.

"No. Oakland wants speed. They're looking at the kid from Rutgers."

"So we take Forbes Number 2?"

Ledger smiled his unsettling grin. "Let's just say … I have something else up my sleeve."

02-13-2019, 08:32 AM	#126
revrew Team Chaplain Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Just outside Des Moines, IA	SEASON 4: 2028 DRAFT: "Oh, jeez," said Dragons Assistant Coach Nickolas Troutman. "You about gave me a heart attack." The lights in the draft war room flickered to life, computer screens booted up from the base blue, and the smile of a solitary figure, dressed in a purple suit, grinned from the escaping dark like the Cheshire Cat in Alice's Wonderland. Dragon Coach Kevin O'Dea followed Troutman into the room and slapped his assistant on the shoulder. "What's the matter?" O'Dea asked. "Are you surprised Ledger would be here so early?" "No," Troutman said. "I just didn't expect to see him sitting in the dark." It was not yet 5 a.m. in the J.W. Marriott, overlooking Music City Center in Nashville, Tennessee. But Jack Ledger was already working the phones. "Watch pick Number 1," Ledger said to his assembling staff, as they took their first sips of coffee and tried to shake off the cobwebs of too-early interrupted sleep. "The word on the street is they want a receiver." "Not Forbes!" O'Dea said. "No. Oakland wants speed. They're looking at the kid from Rutgers." "So we take Forbes Number 2?" Ledger smiled his unsettling grin. "Let's just say … I have something else up my sleeve." __________________ Winner of 6 FOFC Scribe Awards, including 3 Gold Scribes Founder of the ZFL, 2004 Golden Scribe Dynasty of the Year Now bringing The Des Moines Dragons back to life, and the joke's on YOU, NFL! I came to the Crossroad. I took it. And that has made all the difference.