Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

[rdnk]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

This is excellent so far. I'll be following this like a fat guy following a hot chick.

Can't wait to see where you end up!

[shinderhizzle84]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

HIGH SCHOOL GAME #4--THE CHAMPIONSHIPS: EASTCHESTER HIGH SCHOOL @ IRVINGTON HIGH SCHOOL:

1st Quarter:

5:00: EHS TD: 91 YD KICK RETURN BY EHS KR. 7-0 EHS.

2:32: IHS TD: 57 YD RUSH BY G. PICKARTS. 7-7 TIED.

1:17: IHS TD: 43 YD PASS FROM G. PICKARTS TO TE. 14-7 IHS.

2nd Quarter:

4:25: EHS TD: 17 YD PASS FROM QB TO TE. 14-14 TIED.

2:15: EHS TD: 2 YD RUSH BY FB. 21-14 EHS.

0:41: EHS TD: 24 YD PASS FROM QB TO WR. 28-14 EHS.

3rd Quarter:

2:42: EHS FG: 22 YD FG BY EHS K. 31-14 EHS.

4th Quarter:

4:13: EHS TD: 76 YD FUMBLE RECOVERY FROM G. PICKARTS. 38-14 EHS.

1:55: IHS TD: 4 YD RUSH BY FB. 38-20 EHS (FAILED 2 PT CONVERSION)

FINAL GAME SCORE: EHS 38 IHS 20

GARY PICKARTS' FINAL STATISTICS: 15/29 ATT, 277 PASS YDS, 1 PASS TD, 198 RUSH YDS, 1 RUSH TD, 5 INT.

SCOUTS IN ATTENDANCE:

#16 NORTH CAROLINA
#7 OHIO STATE
#19 TCU
#6 ALABAMA
#13 GEORGIA
#11 OLE MISS

[shinderhizzle84]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

That's it for my high school career. The championships are over...I can't believe we lost, and it was mostly my fault!!

Luckily, there were a ton of schools interested in me. We had a full out bash when we heard how much interest there was. Coach P even let me have a beer!

Here is a list of some of the top teams that are interested in me, along with the team role they're promising me. The only problem is, I can't decide! They all look so good, and I'm so new at this! Which is why I'm asking for your help, OSers. Help me choose my school, out of the available list.

#1 FLORIDA 3RD STRING
#3 TEXAS 2ND STRING

#5 LSU 2ND STRING

#6 ALABAMA STARTER

#7 OHIO STATE 2ND STRING

#8 PENN STATE 2ND STRING

#10 VIRGINIA TECH 2ND STRING.

I wouldn't mind being a starter at Alabama, of course. But I also think it might be a good idea to be 2nd string the first year, until I learn the ropes. Where do you all think I should go? If I'm going to be 2nd string, I'd like to be behind a Junior or a Senior at the QB position. Any thoughts, anyone?

[bluejacketsfan]

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That's it for my high school career. The championships are over...I can't believe we lost, and it was mostly my fault!!

Luckily, there were a ton of schools interested in me. We had a full out bash when we heard how much interest there was. Coach P even let me have a beer!

Here is a list of some of the top teams that are interested in me, along with the team role they're promising me. The only problem is, I can't decide! They all look so good, and I'm so new at this! Which is why I'm asking for your help, OSers. Help me choose my school, out of the available list.

#1 FLORIDA 3RD STRING
#3 TEXAS 2ND STRING

#5 LSU 2ND STRING

#6 ALABAMA STARTER

#7 OHIO STATE 2ND STRING

#8 PENN STATE 2ND STRING

#10 VIRGINIA TECH 2ND STRING.

I wouldn't mind being a starter at Alabama, of course. But I also think it might be a good idea to be 2nd string the first year, until I learn the ropes. Where do you all think I should go? If I'm going to be 2nd string, I'd like to be behind a Junior or a Senior at the QB position. Any thoughts, anyone?

Some nice schools there and from being an ohio boy I say Ohio State but you gotta do whats best for you and go for Alabama.

[rdnk]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

I think you should go to Alabama and be the starter.

However, if you went to Ohio State/Penn State, I'd have to root against you when you play Michigan.

[pfeffuh]

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where ever you choose, pick somewhere with good WR weapons.

[FluffyBunny]

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The stars at night, are big and bright, deep in the heart of...

TEXAS!

HOOK'EM HORNS!

[Son of Sam99]

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TEXAS!!!

During practice as your player earns points toward moving up on the depth chart his attributes also increase. And since you'll probably never practice enough to replace Colt McCoy in your first season your player will then be loaded when hes ready to start as a true Sophmore.

Plus all the rivalries and the tough Big 12 schedule with Olkahoma, Ok State, Nebraska, TAMU, TTU! Its a challange every weekend.

[shinderhizzle84]

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The night was still young, yet Gary Pickarts had foolishly gone to bed.


It may not have even been past 8 O'clock, yet he needed to empty his mind, clear his troubled thoughts, and start to think about moving on with his life.


He lay on his back, over the covers, hands tucked behind the back of his head, elbows out at his sides like giant elephant ears.


He sighed, and thought what am I going to do?


So many schools to choose from, so little time. Where did he really see himself going to school for his life?


Did a big or little campus really matter to him?


And what of academics. He hadn't the first idea what to major in. If football didn't pan out...


Don't think that, he said to himself, slapping himself gently on the cheek, as if to give himself a warning blow. He shook the disturbing thoughts from his mind, and closed his eyes for a moment.


He heard the fight song from Florida U, Go Gators!


Somehow, however, he didn't particularly fancy seeing himself in those gorgeous blue and orange uniforms, in front of one of collegiate football's toughest crowds, rooting him on...from the bench. With the phenomenal depth they had at quarterback, Gary wasn't so sure he would ever be able to break through as the clear-cut starter.


University of Alabama wasn't a bad choice. But Gary didn't want to go to a place he wasn't too unfamiliar with. The word “Alabama” alone gave Gary the shudders, bringing thoughts of large, inbred-hick farmers to his troubled mind.


Howabout not? The deciding voice said in his head.


He got up from his bed, making his way over towards the desk.


A pile of at least twelve thousand pamphlets, booklets, and magazines, covered every square inch of the desk, so it was almost impossible to see the dark brown mahogany wood that lay underneath.


He took a glance at all of them, spread out vertically along the desk, as if they were playing cards in a person's hand.


None of them really appealed to him.


Save one.


Smack dab in the middle was a tiny, minuscule handbook from the University of Texas.


Now there's a thought... the voice said, now seeming to be slightly agreeable.


He picked the smaller pamphlet up, and read through it.


On the inside back cover was a piece of handwritten information.


In black sharpie marker was a phone number, and underneath, a messily scribbled name.


“COACH MACK BROWN.”


Underneath that, in slightly smaller writing, but with the same amount of untidiness was:


“You can call me anytime.”


Gary glanced at his watch. 9 PM.


Eastern time.


He ran across the hall in the upstairs part of his house, into his mother's bedroom, and picked up the phone.


“...And I tell you, Barbera,” his mother said from the other end of the line. “It's just been so difficult for him, especially when he weighs in his football options. I feel so bad for him sometimes, if only Peter had been there for him earlier, especially before he joined the varsity team.”


“And how are things, with you and Peter?”


“They're going well. He's sweet, remarkably funny, and he's actually a lot smarter than he lets on at first.”


Peter? Coach P? Could it be?


“How's he after hours?” Barbera asked his mother.


Gary slammed the phone shut on the base as hard and fast as he could.


Coach P? With...with his Mom?


Gary thought back to the final few minutes before the championship game, when he had a close moment with Coach P.


“You're like a father to me,” Gary had said.


He felt so stupid! Could it be that Coach had strangely gotten the idea that Gary had given him permission—as well as a request—to date his mother, and actually become his father?”


Unless...unless they were dating beforehand?


No.. Gary thought immediately. One of them would've told me a long time ago, if that was the case. Right?


No voice in his head responded.


Quivering with curiosity (or rage, he couldn't tell which one it really was), he picked up the phone once more.


“I tell you, Barbera,” he heard his mother's voice on the phone still. “He's got great hands.”


Gary slammed the phone down once more, panting heavily.


Wrong time to pick the phone up, Gary,he thought to himself.


He counted a good fifteen seconds before picking the phone up once again.


“That's wonderful to hear, Madeline,” he heard Barbera say from the other line.


“Yeah,” his mother said in response. “It's been going on for a couple of months, although Gary doesn't know. We figured we'd tell him once we were approaching the wedding. He's still been very...particular, and somewhat impartial, towards other men that I've gone out with.”


“Still unable to live without his father, huh?” Barbera asked admonishingly.


“Yeah, it's such a shame. He's such a sweet boy.”


Caught in his ire, he slammed the phone down on the receiver multiple times, until the phone began to break off into bits and chunks. Tears streaming down his face, he ran across the hall, back into his room, slamming the door shut, and buried his face in his pillow, where he left fresh tear stains.


He pulled the covers over his body after shuddering once more with disgust, and sleep finally found him.

[shinderhizzle84]

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Gary Pickarts awoke in the middle of the night, breathless, soaked with his own sweat.


A syst in his ear had popped, and there was dried, lifeless blood all over his pillow, and slightly matted in his thick, light brown hair.


He leaned over and took a short glance at his electronic alarm clock which was lyign on the nightstand direclty next to his bed.


11:30


He hadn't slept too long.


Thank God, he thought.

He leaned over to the wall closest to his bed, and grabbed around the wall a bit, searching in the blindfolding dark for the light switch. He finally managed to grab a hold of it, and flipped it upwards so that blinding light filled his entire room.


Covering his eyes from the brightness, he slowly fell out of his bed, and shook his head rigorously a few times to wake him self up.


He slowly crept down the spiral staircase that connected his house's upper floor with it's main floor, and turned on the hallway light at the bottom of the steps so he could see where he was going.


He made his way into the kitchen, and opened the refridgerator, looking for something to eat.


After a bit of rummaging, he managed to find some of his mother's homemade cooked lasagna. It wasn't as good as some of his Italian friend's mothers could make, but it was still a beautiful blend of cheesy, saucy, and meaty tastes.


He savored the smell of the cold lasagna before scooping some out of the messy pile onto his plate, grabbed a fork from the cupboard, and settled down by the kitchen counter, which was low enough so that he could eat at it peacefully, and went to work, shoveling mouthful after mouthful into the wide open, gaping cave-hole that was his mouth.


He's got great hands, Barbera... He heard his mother's voice say, and he immediately put down the fork, now slightly sick to his stomach, and turned around with the plate in hand so he could wash the remaining leftovers down the garbage disposal, before discarding the plastic plate.


Such a waste of good food, He thought, slightly shaking his head in regret.


CALL ME ANYTIME.


He had just remembered about the tiny, small writing of black sharpie marker in the inside of the back cover of the Texas University pamphlet they had gave him.


COACH MACK.


He ran upstairs as fast as he could, and rummaged through his desk before he managed to find the number. He pulled it out from amongst the heap of litter that lay scattered across his desk, and ran back down the stairs, before picking up the phone as fast as he could and punching in the number as quickly as possible.


He managed to screw up the dialing process three times, due to his sloppy speed, but finally managed to dial the correct number on the fourth go. He put the receiver to the side of his head, and heard the phone ring three times before he heard a tired, old, weary man's voice greet him on the other side of the line.


“Hello?” It said.


“Hi...Coach Mack Brown?” Gary said tentatively.


“Is this Gary Pickarts?” the man asked, sounding as if he was already fully aware of whom he was speaking to.

“Yes sir,” Gary muttered. “Yes it is. How did you know it was me?”


“Please,” the coach said, now much more engaging in his tone of voice than he was when he had answered the telephone. “I have my ways. Well, that, and you're the only one I gave my personal home telephone number to.”


Gary made a silent noise in his mind, somewhat surprised that the experienced recruiter had deemed him worthy enough over the entire country of high school senior football players to give him, and only him, his home telephone number.


“So, may I ask why you've called me, kid?” The coach finally spoke, breaking Gary out of his daydreams once again.


“Yes, sir..” Gary droned on. “I'd like to verbally agree to coming to join your football program next season as a Texas Longhorn.”


The man made an audible sharp intake, almost as if he was gasping from pure surprise.


“That's wonderful!” He exclaimed. “Thank you so much, son, you've just made my day!”


“No,” Gary said, now softly chuckling to himself. “Thank you, for showing so much interest in me. You've pestered myself, my mother, and my high school football coach with call after call after call. It got to the point where I figured I'd better give you what you want before you come over to New York with a chainsaw that wasn't meant for cutting down trees.”


The man laughed, and Gary could somehow tell he was smiling brightly. “Alright,” The coach finally said. “I think it's time you get some sleep. It's almost midnight over there, and you've got your final exams for the end of Senior year coming up soon. Study strong, and keep on playing hard. I know you'll do great here, son.”


“Thanks again, Coach Brown,” Gary said once again. “You have yourself a nice night.”


“Thanks, Gary,” the man said, softly chuckling once more, before the two men hung up their telephones at almost the exact same time.


Kids.. Coach Brown thought from one side of the country.


Coaches... Gary Pickarts thought from the other.


Soon enough, however, Gary would be flying over once and for all to Austin, Texas, to begin his real college football career.


I can't wait to tell Mom and Coach P, Gary thought, before silently crawling up the stairs, and into his bed, where beautiful sleep awaited him.

[shinderhizzle84]

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A few months later, Madeline and Gary Pickarts were getting off of their flight from La Guardia Airport to Austin-Bergstrom International Airport in Austin, Texas.


They made their way as quickly as possible over to baggage claim, and, once they had found all of Gary's bags, which were filled to the brim with clothing, bedsheets, and other living supplies, they made their way over to the exit of the airport, where they hailed a taxi, which took them off to their final destination: the main campus of the University of Texas at Austin.


After paying the cab driver a hefty sum (he charged plenty extra to make sure he could pay the health insurance costs he would probably need for his back after helping the Pickarts' lift all of their bags), they walked off into the distance, looking left and right, awe-stricken and inspired, until they finally wandered into Gary's assigned dormitory.


They made their way up into the lift, and once they had finally reached his room, his mother swarmed him with lipstick-filled kisses and unbearably tight hugs.


“I love you, sweetie,” she said. “Don't party too hard, and be careful with the women you meet. Who knows what's going around these days, and always use a con--”


“Okay, mom!” Gary managed to shout above her, cutting the woman off before she said too much, and embarrassed him any further. Other students, as well as other parents, were giving the two furtive, awkward glances, and Gary couldn't help but blush.


“I love you, mom,” Gary said, giving his mother one last hug goodbye. “and I just wanted to say...thanks. Thanks for putting up with me for all these years. Thanks for pushing me to be the best, and thanks for being there for me..always. I've got a lot to thank you for, but unfortunately, I don't think I have time. So...I love you.”


Gary noticed his mother smiling up at him, and a teardrop grew in the corner of each of her eyes. She took a lone kleenex out of her gigantic purse, and dabbed at her eyes gently, and used the remaining life of the paper tissue to blow her nose.


“I love you too, sweetie..” she said. “Ever since your father died, I never thought I'd be able to pull it off alone.”


“Of course not, mom,” Gary said. She had snapped a nerve inside of him, although she did not know it. “That's why you had 'Petie' to come and help you? Him and his great hands, huh?”


“I..what?”


“Don't lie to me mother!” He boomed out. At least half of the hallway that had once been so bustling and busy was dead and silent now. Most of the parents who had come to help their children settle in had already made their goodbyes, and were probably halfway off the campus by now. The hallways were empty.


“I know about Coach P!” Gary shouted as loud as he dared. “I don't want you to lie to me. Don't pretend you didn't have that conversation with good ol' 'Barbera' about Coach P and his grubby mitts. Well, I'm not going to have it. You can date whoever the **** you like, but when you **** with him, and he ****s with you, it's time for both of you to **** off, and stay the hell out of my life.”


His mother had fresh tears in her eyes, except this time they were pouring down steadily. She turned to leave, and ran halfway down the hallway, towards the elevator, before calling over her shoulder.


“I love you, Gary,” She shouted. “Don't ever let yourself forget that. I only do what I think is best for you. And if having Coach Pyro as a mentor and a fatherly-figure means I have to give up my body to him twice a week, and it got you into this university, then by all hell I think it was probably worth it.”


Pyro? Was all Gary could think, absolutely shocked. His name's Pyro? Not Pete?


He called after his mother, and chased her down towards the elevator. He finally made it to the double doors of the lift, and saw them close on his mother's grimly smiling face just before she noticed him coming after her.


Maybe Coach P wasn't as honorable of a man as Gary thought he was.

[shinderhizzle84]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

Gary Pickart's first practice was today, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin the experience for the whole world.


He got to the field after a while of getting suited up, and picked some dandelion seeds off of his freshly washed Texas Longhorns practice jersey.

He began to stretch with solitude until he heard a loud, sharp whistle coming from the opposite side of the field. He peered down in that direction until he saw the man with the whistle.


Coach Mack Brown... Gary thought, a new sense of dread digging itself in at the bottom of his stomach.


Here we go, He thought ominously. Today's going to be tough...


He silently jogged over to the circle now forming quickly around the coach. Once Gary had gotten there, he made his way in towards the center of the circle, where Coach Mack was starting to speak.


“Alright, guys. It's time to start a new season of football. This year, I see some great new smiling faces staring so brightly up at me.”


“Well, wipe the smirk off your faces, boys. This isn't a handy-dandy fun old family game of two-hand touch football. This is real, top-notch, high quality, hard hitting division one college football. And the only way you're going to get prepared for that awesome level of play is to work your *** long, and hard.”


A couple of sophomores snickered at the obvious homosexual reference, and he approached them angrily.


“You think something I said was funny, boys?”

“N-n-no!” One of the boys, a wide receiver, stammered apologetically. “Sir..” He managed to add in, just before the coach completely lost his self control.


The man gave the wide receiver the evil eye for what felt like an entire hour, before gaining his usual cheery, confident demeanor back.


“Now, the best way to do that, is through strength, speed, and conditioning training. I want everybody to line up on the sidelines, in 5 lines. We're doing sprints 'till you can't say “Longhorn” no more.”


Gary sighed, and placed his fresh new helmet gently down in the pile of other player's helmets, and made his way to the back of one of the five lines.


When it was his turn, he braced himself, and began running as fast and hard as he could.


Finally, after what felt to be a good three hours, Gary and the Longhorns were drenched in sweat, and barely able to stand at an upright position. Coach Mack blew his whistle for a long time, before beckoning everyone towards him for a huddled meeting.


“Alright guys,” he said. “I think that's enough. Good job.”


Everyone sighed with relief, and turned towards the locker rooms, eager for cold water and a fresh, hot steaming shower.


“Well wait a minute!” Coach Mack yelled. Everyone turned their attention back towards him.


“We've still got practice to do today, boys! Defense, go get your white jerseys. We're going to run 30 reps of plays today, boys, 3 for each quarterback.”


“Pickarts, since you're the new kid here, let's see what you can do and let you go first.”


“Yes, sir!” Gary exclaimed.

Everyone began laughing slightly.


“What is this, boy? You think you signed up for Army? I mean, I know they're close to your little New York suburban house, but this isn't some lackadaisical football organization like theirs. When you address me as 'sir', you put some damn backbone behind that shout of your's, you here?”


He turned towards the team, and said, “boys, maybe we should show him how to do it right? Ready? A one, a two, a three!”


“YES, SIR!” The entire team shouted loudly and firmly in unison.


“That's good, fellas. Now, Pickarts, quit standing around and put on your helmet! You've got some goddamned footballs to throw!”


And Gary did just as his coach commanded him, this time not bothering to even risk his own *** by giving a “lackadaisical” reply.

[shinderhizzle84]

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The first game was approaching fast, now, for Gary Pickarts' Texas Longhorns, and with every passing day, the shape of Gary's stomach seemed to be getting worse and worse.


He hadn't made too many friends, and he didn't seem to be getting along all that well with his new football team. The one friend he thought he might've had going into university, Coach Mack, had turned out to be one of his worst enemies, making fun of him at every opportunity the man could get, no matter how hard Gary worked his *** off and practiced hard, and no matter how little he complained about working his *** off and practicing had, Coach Mack was absolutely relentless, making fun of everything from his blonde-orange hair, to his more upper-class upbringing, to the dark tinted visor he sported on his Longhorns helmet.

He even once made fun of the necklace he always bore around his throat, which had been the final birthday present his father had given him. The necklace was a solid gold chain—nothing too elaborate, and inexplicably simple. Yet the piece of jewelry had meant the entire world to Gary. It was the last piece of his father he had left, and Gary made sure he never took it off, save when he was out on the football field. The last thing he wanted was for it to break off when he wasn't paying attention, fall to the ground, and get stomped on, or so soaked in mud, dirt, and filth that he was unable to salvage it, or for him to lose it completely.


The loss might be as powerful as the one he experienced with his actual father.


Finally, the day came where Gary Pickarts put on his first ever official Texas Longhorns jersey, strapped his new fancy helmet over his rough-shaven face, and made his way out onto the field at DKR-Texas Memorial Stadium.

The immense quantity of the crowd—and the large amount of noise they were creating—was enough to make Gary sick to his stomach even more, and he wasn't even playing in today's game.


He knew he wasn't prepared to take the biggest position on the field yet—the one right behind the center and the offensive line. Thankfully, Coach Mack had been kind enough to teach him how to catch snaps and field them on the ground for the kicker to do his thing during field goals and extra point kicks. Being the clear cut starting QB at Irvington for all of his high school career, he had never found it necessary to learn how to do such a thing, and he was always much too busy with the regular life of a teenage boy, and high school legend, to teach himself, or have someone else teach him, how to hold down the ball for field goals.


Gary took his place on the bench, unstrapping his helmet from his head, and rested it beside him on the bench.


He scooted over as some incredibly large backup lineman came by to sit next to him, and settled his rump up against the back of the metal bench.


And he began to watch, to both follow his team, as well as try and study both the quarterback that started above him, as well as the opposing team's starting quarterback, to look for some moves, or at least some general tips, that he could utilize once it was his time to shine as a Texas Longhorn.

[shinderhizzle84]

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NCAA SEASON #1 GAME #1: @


1st Quarter:

TD: 13 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #3. 4:01

TD: 3 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #5. 2:42

2nd Quarter:

TD: 22 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #8. 4:17

TD: 26 UD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR # 9. 2:30

TD: 29 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #9. 0:58

3rd Quarter:

FG: 50 YD FG BY K #15. 3:28

TD: 5 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO FB #33. 1:24

4th Quarter:

TD: 15 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #1. 4:05

TD: 28 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #8. 3:36

TD: 8 YD PASS BY QB #12 TO WR #9. 2:28

FINAL GAME SCORE: 19 45

Gary Pickarts' Final Game Statistics: DNP.

TEXAS LONGHORNS' 2010 REGULAR SEASON RECORD:

1-0-0

[alex96]

Re: Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

Nice! But no names except for you?