Knights of Andreas 3.04: Western Powers

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Knights of Andreas

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Chapter Thirty – Western Powers

 

When the NFL realigned its division structure to make room for the Houston Texans, it opened the league up to more variance. With only four teams per division, the years since 2002 have seen several unbalanced divisions. This year, the AFC West is one of those, but not in the way anyone expected.

 

After the Broncos won the West last season, it became a division of turmoil. The Knights fired Caden Daniel, the Chargers fired Norv Turner, the Chiefs fired Romeo Crennel. This led most sports fans to declare the division a one-horse race for 2013, because no first-year coach was going to challenge Peyton Manning and the Broncos.

 

Five weeks into the season, the Broncos are playing their part, boasting a 5-0 record, one of the league’s three remaining undefeated teams. But Andy Reid has led an instant turnaround in Kansas City, and the Chiefs are one of the other two unbeatens at 5-0. Caden Daniel and Phillip Rivers, meanwhile, appear to be a perfect match, and the Chargers stand at 4-1.

 

After firing three of its four head coaches, the AFC West is one of the best divisions in football.

 

For the Knights, this is bad news. When Chance Phillips and a new regime of decision makers took over the relocated franchise, the AFC West was a mediocre division devoid of consistent powerhouses. Now, the Knights may be its worst team, already three games out of the division lead thanks to a dreadful 2-3 record. And considering the state of the AFC North (Baltimore, Cincinnati, and Cleveland are all 3-2), Wild Card spots will be hard to come by.

 

All of this makes this week’s divisional game against the Chargers critical—without considering the other, obvious implications.

 

After the Knights fired Caden Daniel, the rumor mill suggested he was headed back to the college ranks, with Syracuse and Wisconsin the rumored favorites outside of a return to Connecticut. But the speculation ended when Daniel took interviews with the Cardinals, Chargers, Eagles, and Jaguars, and the sports world realized much of the NFL still valued him as a head coach, even if the Knights didn’t.

 

His hiring in San Diego, of course, set up some much-anticipated matchups between the Chargers and Knights, the first of which happens this Sunday, the second in week 16.

 

Unsurprisingly, the mood at the MedComm Center during the week is slightly more serious than usual, everyone in the building understanding—but not saying—that if the Knights to fall to 2-4 in such a strong division, their playoff chances are essentially gone, and losing a home game to the head coach they fired would be humiliating.

 

If there’s such a thing as a must-win in week six, this is it.

 

 

 

An unpleasant practice week begins, as Merle Harden, Daniel’s replacement, continuously berates his players for their embarrassment in Kansas City last Sunday. But Harden’s discipline slowly gives way to anticipation for next Sunday’s game.

 

Harden doesn’t have time for sentimental nonsense in football, so he doesn’t care that he’s facing the coach he replaced. He cares about winning, and more specifically, he cares about his team getting their shit together, not just playing good in spurts. Harden knows talent, and he knows he’s coaching a team that can win. They just haven’t put it all together yet.

 

This seems like the week it finally happens. Alex Johnson’s ankle has healed, as has Marlon Martin’s shoulder, so the team is finally healthy. Day by day, the Knights put together one of the best weeks of practice Harden has overseen, making continuous improvements and maintaining focus.

 

Despite taking almost all the snaps last Sunday, Sean Brock splits practice reps with Jamari Smith. He’s not worried, though; he’ll get his work when it counts. Damian Jones, on the other hand, is definitely worried about splitting reps with Wesley Mann. Jones flat out sucked on Sunday, and he can barely watch the tape of himself in film study. Unless he wants to lose his starting job (for good, maybe), he needs to bounce back this Sunday.

 

In the film room, Harden studies the Chargers meticulously, looking forward to a matchup against Daniel, a coach he knows personally and professionally. At the same time, Daniel knows him.

 

The Chargers’ offense is rife with talent, a big reason they’ve gotten off to such a great start this year, but Harden spots a weakness: their offensive line.

 

“Fluker, the rookie right tackle,” Harden says to his subordinates. “I want Sam and Zack feasting on him all day. And Sean should handle King Dunlap just fine. We focus blitzes on the interior, make their guards figure out what we’re doing. I want Rivers on the ground at least ten times.”

 

Detailed, intricate scheming isn’t Harden’s style. He usually just calls the plays he wants to call and waits for the opposing coach to stop him. But this week, he looks forward to a battle of wits between himself and Daniel, two men trying to outduel each other.

 

The usual banter between players tones down a bit throughout the week, ostensibly due to the looming game. Everyone focuses on practice, one snap at a time.

 

Thursday, players file out of the MedComm Center for the day, Jerome Jaxson one of the first out the door. He makes a phone call to his girlfriend, Rachel. She’s the reason for Jaxson’s strained contact with his teammates, but he’s not worrying about that this week.

 

“Hey, it’s me…Nothing, just got out of practice. I was wondering when you were gonna get in town this week…I know you said Saturday, but I was thinking you could come in a little early. We could go out tomorrow night, maybe?”

 

As this conversation continues, Da’Jamiroquai Jefferspin-Wilkes walks by towards his car. He makes eye contact with Jaxson, who turns away and muffles his voice. Wilkes doesn’t need to guess who he’s calling. He feels buzzing in his pocket from his own phone, takes it out, and recognizes the number. He’s about to turn off the phone…

 

“Fuck.” He answers and presses it against his ear. “What do you want?”

 

“Da’Jamiroquai, it’s your Uncle Lincoln.”

 

“I know who it is.”

 

“So you’ve been avoiding my calls.”

 

“Like I said, what do you want?”

 

“You make the big time, NFL wide receiver, and suddenly you never call? It’s like you forgot where you came from.”

 

“I don’t want to talk to you, Uncle Linc.”

 

Wilkes hangs up and turns off the phone for his drive home.

 

 

 

Farmers Field fills with the home crowd, along with Chargers fans who drove two hours from San Diego. Fans count down to 1:25 Pacific time, but this is the featured 4:25 game on the east coast, and will be broadcast on CBS to most of the country.

 

After the ritual of chewing out players not putting enough effort into stretches, Harden roams the field and finds Caden Daniel. The nearby cameras get up close to capture the moment.

 

“Welcome back, coach,” Harden says. The two shake hands jovially.

 

“Good to see you, Merle,” Daniel says. “It’s been too long. We probably should have gotten together this week but, well, I can imagine we’ve both been busy.”

 

“You’re right about that one.”

 

“Listen, how are you doing?”

 

“I’d be fine if our record was a little better. Other than that—”

 

“No, I mean…” Daniel gets closer so the camera can’t pick up the audio. “I heard about you and Melinda. I’m sorry.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.”

 

“How’s living alone?”

 

“Oh, it’s about the same, other than I gotta do the damn dishes.”

 

They laugh, and the conversation wraps up, Harden off to give Daniel as unpleasant a reunion as possible. Before warm-ups are finished, Jaxson says hello to his old coach, the first time they’ve been on the field together since Daniel’s last game coaching the Knights. Of course, this isn’t the first time the two have seen each other since then.

 

From their executive suite, Chance Phillips and Wayne Schneider watch the stadium fill below. The pre-game motions commence, leading up to Caden Daniel’s introduction. Farmers Field applauds and boos Daniel in what sounds like a fifty-fifty split. Phillips and Schneider clap for the cameras.

 

 

 

First and ten, Chargers ball from their own twenty. After a Los Angeles three-and-out, Coach Harden’s defense lines up against Coach Daniel’s offense. Farmers Field gets loud, many fans on their feet. Harden gets ready for basic, passive play calls, no crazy blitzes or trickery. If this is a poker game, he wants Daniel to show his hand first.

 

The Chargers come out throwing with a barrage of quick passes. Phillip Rivers hits Keenan Allen, Eddie Royal, Antonio Gates, Royal again—short, three-to-five-yard passes that move the chains to all receivers except Malcolm Floyd, who is covered by Rose and will not be seen today.

 

This is a good strategy, Harden thinks. If he decides to crank up the blitzes later, the Chargers will have already established a quick passing game to counter it. He calls tighter press coverage, unafraid of getting beat over the top.

 

A well-timed incompletion leads to third and one from midfield. Knights fans reach peak volume again. Harden has everyone cheat toward the box, suspecting Daniel will run it up the middle.

 

Rivers hands off to Danny Woodhead, who runs into a crowd at the line of scrimmage. He tries sweeping left, but Randall leaps over the pile and wrangles him down for a loss. The stadium erupts, reaching new levels of intensity.

 

 

 

The Knight’s End game day crowd cheers for the huge defensive stop, Cooper and Sampson among them.

 

“Briggs Randall the god,” Sampson says.

 

“What a crowd,” Cooper says. “Imagine being there right now.”

 

“I was there for the Earthquake Reception. Don’t think anything could ever top that, but I see your point.”

 

Cooper munches on some more buffalo wings, enjoying the Farmers Field atmosphere as vicariously as he can, trying not to think about how much he misses it.

 

 

 

Third and nine, Knights ball at the Chargers’ twelve, 1:12 left in the first quarter. Maverick surveys the defense carefully, confident in his options as long as he avoids Eric fucking Weddle.

 

He takes the snap from shotgun and looks right as Johnson breaks on an out route—too tight to throw. Up the middle to Bishop—too much traffic. Left to Wilkes on a post route—good enough. Maverick heaves it, deliberately throwing a little high. Wilkes goes up and gets it, then gets crushed at the two-yard line. First down.

 

A fired up Maverick congratulates Wilkes on the catch, feeding off the surge of crowd noise. On the sideline, Harden feels similarly.

 

“Feels like a playoff game,” he says aloud, though nobody can hear him, including Everett, who calls the next play.

 

The Knights substitute their goal line personnel, including Marcus Jameson, their short yardage back. Knowing the Chargers will anticipate this, Everett calls play-action.

 

Maverick fakes a handoff to Jameson and the defense bites. Escaping the pocket, he sees Bishop wide open in the end zone and fires a bullet pass between the numbers. Farmers Field booms, and the offense enjoys a round of praise on the sideline. 7-0, Knights.

 

 

 

Second and seven, Chargers ball on their own forty, 9:50 left in the second quarter. Rivers hands off to Woodhead, who finds a seam up the middle for five yards, one of San Diego’s more successful running plays so far.

 

The Knights have handled their interior offensive line (even Damian Jones holds his own against Nick Hardwick) and limited the run game and offense as a whole, keeping them off the scoreboard. Now, on third and two, Harden suspects play-action and calls a blitz.

 

Rivers lines up in shotgun against a base 3-4 formation. No one shows blitz. He drops back, three linebackers head for him, and he throws left to Allen, setting up a receiver screen. Harden watches in horror as the blocking develops perfectly, Allen’s speed takes it the rest of the way, and Farmers Field goes quiet. Tie game, 7-7.

 

 

 

As the second quarter ticks away, a tight game between evenly matched teams unfolds on the field. Both offenses are capable of moving the ball, but both defenses make enough plays to prevent further scoring.

 

With 1:58 to go, the Knights mount a drive that crosses midfield. Frustrated at Jaxson’s out-of-nowhere terrible game, Everett has been riding Jameson with great success, the Knights’ offensive line mauling the Chargers’ front seven.

 

Maverick drops back behind another clean pocket. Seeing cover two, he waits for Johnson to break on a post-corner route and fires. Johnson cuts, looks up, and gets hit before he can make a catch. The safety reaches over him and intercepts it. They both go down, and the refs signal Chargers ball, no flags on the field.

 

Fans boo immediately, and Maverick runs for the nearest official to demand an explanation. He looks up at the replay, which clearly shows the safety making contact before the ball arrives. The fans unleash a vicious round of boos, and Maverick removes his helmet, screaming in protest. While the ref gives him the standard runaround, he hears another voice from the Chargers sideline.

 

“Quit your bitchin’, Johnny boy!”

 

He turns; it’s Rivers, taking the field. That’s not gonna fly.

 

“Did I ask for your opinion?” Maverick yells. “Shut the fuck up!”

 

Penner notices the developing the shouting match. Instead of holding Maverick back as the two quarterbacks approach each other, Penner moves toward Rivers.

 

“Get your ugly fucking face outta here,” Penner says.

 

The officials take notice and separate the three, about ten yards between them now, with other teammates jumping in peacefully. Fans both cheer for the trash talking and boo the Chargers for their role in it. One official suddenly throws a flag, so Coach Harden finds the official closest to him.

 

“If that flag is on us, we’re gonna have a very colorful conversation, do you understand?”

 

The chaos is sorted out, with the Knights’ offense eventually returning to the bench.

 

“Great throw, Mav,” Everett says. “That’s a bullshit non-call.”

 

“Tell me about it.”

 

When the referee finally emerges from a conference, he turns on his microphone and says, “There is no flag on the play. It is first and ten, Chargers ball.”

 

“Waste of fucking time,” Harden says to himself. He stares across the field at Daniel as Rivers takes a few knees. Along with his team, he hurries to the locker room to prepare for what is going to be a very interesting second half. A sideline reporter catches up to Harden.

 

“We’re just gonna do the interview real quick, coach—”

 

“Fuck off.”

 

 

 

The locker room is frantic during halftime, most players still feeling the adrenaline from the Maverick/Rivers confrontation while the coaches seek adjustments. Harden, in particular, is perplexed about what to do.

 

Daniel appears to have seen enough of Harden’s blitz packages to anticipate them in key situations. The Knights’ haven’t used any of their more intricate blitzes yet, but when they have blitzed, it’s been picked up more often than not. Should he start mixing it up to throw Daniel off, blitzing when he doesn’t want to blitz? That’s not the Merle Harden way, but it might be what it takes to win this game.

 

Everett, meanwhile, tries to put the pieces together on offense. The pass interference non-call aside, the Knights should have more than seven points on the board. Maverick has done a nice job getting all his receivers involved, and Jameson has the run game going. So what’s missing?

 

 

 

The Knights are forced to punt after getting only one first down, and the Chargers take over deep in their own territory. Though many fans are still getting halftime food, those in their seats raise the noise level.

 

San Diego starts with some off-tackle runs and tosses to Woodhead, moving the chains. That makes sense, Harden thinks. Daniel can’t win unless he gets the run game going, and the Knights have things handled between the tackles. After another first down, Harden cheats his safeties up a little.

 

“C’mon, Daniel, take a shot,” Harden says to himself.

 

A quick pass to Gates leads to third and one, and Harden senses an opportunity. His usual call here would be to have his linebackers show blitz, implying deception, then send them all on an all-out rush—and that’s exactly what he calls, allowing Daniel the chance to outsmart himself.

 

Rivers lines up in shotgun as all four linebackers creep up to the line of scrimmage. Rivers shouts out more audibles as the crowd yells louder.

 

Rivers takes the snap. At least three pass rushers come free. Apparently surprised and panicked, Rivers heaves the ball upward and absorbs a crushing hit. Harden follows the wobbly pass and cringes as it lands in the arms of a wide-open Keenan Allen, no black jerseys in sight. Flash Johnson chases him down at the Knights’ thirty as boos fill the stadium.

 

Harden screams the next play call into his headset. He finally outsmarts Daniel and his secondary has a mix-up. They will pay dearly this week in practice—again.

 

Rivers drops back with a fresh set of downs and fires toward the end zone, towards Allen again, who gets behind Richard Marshall and hauls in the perfect pass. Touchdown, Chargers.

 

As the defense returns to the sideline, a frustrated Randall finds an even more unwelcome sight: Grantzinger, chewing out the secondary.

 

“Save the bullshit for the practice field. That’s enough fuck-ups!”

 

Walking past the bitching, Rose takes a spot on the bench and gulps some water.

 

“Malik!” Harden screams. Rose looks up, surprised; he did nothing wrong that drive. “Change of plans. No more receptions for Allen today. You take him the rest of the game.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

 

 

By the commercial break between quarters three and four, the game appears to have calmed down, as both teams focus on the final fifteen minutes with the Knights trailing, 14-7.

 

Finally feeling some momentum on their side, the Knights take a drive that starts on their own five-yard line into Chargers territory. The quarter begins with second and five from the San Diego forty.

 

Maverick fakes a handoff to Jaxson and looks to Bishop on a post. He’s open, and he hits him in stride. Bishop runs toward the sideline with defenders closing, eases off, and gets decked while out of bounds on the Chargers’ sideline.

 

Every player and official runs toward the point of impact. The closest Knight is Wilkes, who gives the offender a hard shove to the facemask as flags fly around him. Penner runs in, not sure exactly who hit Bishop, so he throws haymakers at anyone in a white jersey. Chargers from the bench jump in, some trying to get in between fighters, some looking to join the fracas.

 

The officials settle everything as both teams keep chirping at each other and call two penalties: the late hit on Bishop and unsportsmanlike conduct on the Knights after the play.

 

“Fucking typical,” Harden says. “Tom?”

 

“Yeah, coach?” Everett says.

 

“This drive ends with a touchdown, I don’t care if it’s fourth and fifty. Understood?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Maverick gets everyone in the huddle and starts screaming, unable to hear Everett’s call.

 

“If that’s the way they want to play, then so be it. But we’re not gonna take it. We’re not gonna be the ones who stop fighting. Let’s get six here!” He listens to the play call: play-action curl routes. No, that’s not aggressive enough. Maverick impulsively calls deep post routes and breaks the huddle.

 

From shotgun, Maverick studies the defense with crowd noise behind him. He takes the snap and drops back. With good blocking, he goes through his reads, looking deep. A lineman comes free. Maverick shifts left and stiff-arms him to the ground. He steps up and fires between the safeties. Wilkes breaks into the hole with Weddle contesting him, but he leaps up and makes the grab. Touchdown, Knights.

 

Farmers Field roars louder than it has all day. An ecstatic Maverick sprints down the field and jumps on Wilkes’ shoulders. By the time they reach the sideline, Wilkes takes off his helmet to reveal an enormous smile.

 

“Let’s do that again, baby!”

 

“Mav!” Everett says, pointing to his headset. “Did you not hear the play call?”

 

“Couldn’t, with the crowd,” Maverick says. “Didn’t want to burn a timeout.”

 

“Alright, we’ll get it next time. Nice throw.”

 

 

 

Still fired up from the late hit on Bishop and Maverick’s awesome touchdown pass, Knight’s End buzzes with conversation during the ensuing commercial break.

 

Though enjoying the game’s adrenaline rush, Cooper still wishes he were in the southeast corner: section 115, row D, seat 6. When the game returns, CBS shows a shot of the crowd, still fired up and on their feet.

 

“Damn, I miss it,” Cooper says.

 

“No offense,” Sampson says, “but it’s your own fault you got blacklisted. And there’s no way back.”

 

Cooper sips his beer, suddenly considering something he, for whatever reason, never thought of before.

 

“I mean,” Sampson says, “no way to get back in that stadium after streaking bare-ass naked across the field.”

 

Actually, there might be.

 

 

 

As the Chargers cross midfield and the fourth quarter clock passes ten minutes, both teams feel the gravity of an intense game nearing its conclusion. Still holding a 14-14 tie, Harden decides to get aggressive. He believes he has tilted the play-calling battle of wits with Daniel in his favor; now it’s time to go for the throat.

 

He calls an all-out blitz on first and ten, which catches Rivers off guard and forces an incompletion. Another blitz on second down suffocates a run play, bringing up third and nine.

 

Maverick and the offense watch the video screen from the bench, hoping they’re about to get the ball back with over eight minutes left, more than enough time.

 

Rivers drops back in shotgun and steps up, facing an outside blitz. He hurries a throw over the middle to Gates, who catches it. Randall lines him up, lowers his shoulders, and Gates runs him over, gaining another seven yards before being brought down at the thirty-one, well past the first down marker.

 

Randall gets up and slams his fists against his helmet for such a costly missed tackle. Martin taps his shoulder pads in support as he gets back in formation. Though he won’t say anything about it, Martin has made more impact plays and had a better game than Randall, the defensive captain and star linebacker of the team. There’s no time to deal with it now, though.

 

Harden calls more aggressive plays, and with Rose shutting down Allen over the top, limiting the Chargers to short gains and, ultimately, a Nick Novak field goal attempt that splits the uprights. 17-14, Chargers, 6:25 to go. Knights players, coaches, and fans get ready for what should be a heart-pounding finish.

 

Only fitting that this one goes down to the wire.

 

 

 

Maverick rolls right to escape pressure, keeps his eyes downfield, and fires into an opening. Johnson cuts back from the sideline, dives, and scoops up the pass, absorbing a tackle in the process. Another Chargers safety comes in with an added hit, and Maverick doesn’t see a flag.

 

“That’s a fucking late hit!” he protests. The nearest official shakes his head.

 

“Man, stop bitching,” a nearby Chargers lineman says.

 

“Did I ask for your fucking opinion?”

 

Maverick doesn’t hold back as yet another crowd gathers. Players spout obscenities back and forth, officials between them. The crowd dissipates with the play clock under ten seconds and the refs, after Harden unleashes some obscenities of his own, reset it. The Knights huddle up.

 

“Alright, fuck ‘em, let’s go,” Maverick says. “O-line, put these guys in the fucking dirt.”

 

“With pleasure,” Penner says.

 

Maverick relays the play call, breaks the huddle, and looks up at the clock. 2:58, 2:57…

 

In shotgun from the Chargers’ forty, Maverick sees a matchup he likes: Wilkes in the slot, covered by a linebacker. He takes the snap and looks there immediately. He throws into the open seam. Wilkes catches the pass in stride and breaks a tackle. Farmers Field comes to its feet as Wilkes has only one man to beat. It’s Weddle, and he gets in good enough position to knock Wilkes down at the eight-yard-line.

 

Maverick runs in to hurry things up, but Everett signals the opposite: let the clock tick to the two-minute warning.

 

“Any preference on the clock, coach?” Everett asks Harden. The Knights still have all three timeouts.

 

“Just get in the end zone, Tom.”

 

“Let’s isolate Wilkes on a jump ball,” Maverick says, walking up next to Everett.

 

“We’re not close enough yet. We’ll give it to Jameson to get us close then take our shots.”

 

 

 

Fans in the south end zone stand on their feet but temper crowd noise as their offense lines up with exactly two minutes left. Already in chip shot field goal range, the Knights have three plays to find the end zone and stick the dagger in their division rivals.

 

From shotgun, Maverick hands off to Jameson. He finds a hole but defenders fill it quickly, bottling him up at the four. Second and goal.

 

Maverick calls Everett’s play in a quick huddle, the clock not a problem. Johnson lines up from the slot, ready to run a drag route. It’s a play he and Maverick have down perfectly, and if coverage is soft enough, they’ll find the end zone here.

 

Maverick takes the snap and looks left, staring down Johnson. He breaks on his route, enough separation, and Maverick winds up the throw. A free rusher hits him as he releases, and a wobbly pass flies through the air. From the grass, Maverick sees a Chargers corner intercept it, bolting the other way. Hurt from the hit, Maverick gets a late start on chasing him down, and nobody catches him during the long run to the north end zone. Maverick slows down, eases into a light jog, and gets slammed in the back helmet-first, tumbling to the grass.

 

Penner and other Knights make a beeline for the guilty Charger before the officials realize what’s happening. Wilkes gets there first and shoves him hard in the facemask. Penner wastes no time in throwing punches. Maverick’s adrenaline brings him to his feet and he does the same. An all-out brawl breaks out, with more punches than shoves.

 

Storming onto the field, Harden disparages the officials for not reacting to the cheap shot on Maverick, taking no issue with his players inciting a fight.

 

Though the melee eventually stops, players scream at each other from sideline to sideline. The officials eventually call offsetting penalties with two ejections, Penner among them. He receives nothing but high-fives and encouragements on his way to the locker room.

 

The Knights get the ball back, down 24-14, but can’t string together enough for a first down. The chirping in the trenches continues, with Grodd leading the charge in Penner’s absence, but nothing escalates. The Knights go four and out quietly, and the Chargers take the field to run out the clock as Farmers Field boos.

 

On the game’s last play, Rivers kneels down, and the usual back-and-forth develops into some hand shoving. Flash Johnson runs in and throws a punch, which starts another melee, this one complicated by extra bodies rushing onto the field with the game over. Farmers Field boos louder than it ever has.

 

From the executive suite, Chance Phillips watches his team endure its most embarrassing finish under his tenure, in front of their home fans to boot. Even worse, a 2-4 record may be the kiss of death. The season could be over.

 

Eyes on the field, hands on his hips, Phillips feels the stare of Schneider next to him, but he doesn’t dare look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Sarge+ 3,436]

Best chapter yet, even though you;re fixated on making us lose, you [banned word].

[Cherry 1,302]

How many times can we choke?

[Bangy 19]

Were he old Raiders brah, bad habits die hard.\

 

Yeaaaaaa Jaxson shit the bed with style. Knew it was coming, would like to know more in regards to Jaxson/Daniels and the situation in San Diego as well and who the hell is Uncle Linc.....

Another great episode man.

[RazorStar 4,025]

Classic Chargers. Wow we suck. Couldn't take the Raiders out of the team, eh.

[Cherry 1,302]

Marlon and Grantzing tryna uproot me? Time to show these chumps how to play ball. Bring out the diving tackles.

 

"Did I ask for your fucking opinion?"

[Sarge+ 3,436]

Harden, Mav, and Penner were awesome in this chapter.

[Cherry 1,302]

Harden, Mav, and Penner were awesome in this chapter.

Especially liked Penner. Dude takes zero shit. Probably gonna get suspended though.

 

 

What does the depth chart look like, Stevo?

[Barracuda 629]

This team is almost more disappointing than the real Browns.

[Favre4Ever+ 4,476]

The grass is always greener on the other side. The Knights have to be ready for some epic motivational speech in a players only meeting that sends them on some crazy streak and into the playoffs. Or maybe they just suck....

[SteVo+ 3,702]

What does the depth chart look like, Stevo?

 

Not good. The Knights haven't drafted a center in the last two years; it's a position Phillips hasn't prioritized for depth because of Penner's historic reliability.

[Vin+ 3,121]

Every time I'm like, "Psh, we've got this."

 

Every time I'm wrong.

 

EVERY TIME.

[Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014]

I so wanted to neg you, Stevo.

[BwareDWare94 723]

I'm so confused as to why this team still sucks.

 

Oh wait, Mav...

[ATL_Predator+ 1,196]

You know it's bad when you lose to a face like this....

 

 

 

Knights Pls

[Maverick 791]

Shut it, BWare. My line can't block for shit.

 

This was definitely my favorite chapter, obviously since it had a lot of Mav in it.

[Cherry 1,302]

For a line with quite a bit of talent, we do block for shit.

 

Veldheer, Grodd, Zeitler, and Penner are all solid.

[Bangy 19]

Yea block for me fucktards, ain't having Ben steal my carries no more. I carry Mav that's my role.

[Maverick 791]

 

For all we know defenses are dropping linebackers back in coverage cause they know you're no threat. You're a liability to my success, this team's success, and this story's success.

[Bangy 19]

Brah can't you read, yards after yards most games. Psssssh you wouldn't have the space if I wasn't moving the chain. Everetts most reliable player was Jaxson, hence why you bitched da fuck out and changed the play last chapter.

[Thanatos 2,847]

 

For all we know defenses are dropping linebackers back in coverage cause they know you're no threat. You're a liability to my success, this team's success, and this story's success.

 

You're the one not throwing me the ball, bro. Quit locking in on people.

[SteVo+ 3,702]

Thanatos, pls. You're 4th on the depth chart.

 

 

For now.

[Maverick 791]

Thanatos, pls. You're 4th on the depth chart.

 

 

For now.

 

Thanatos is gonna make a name for himself the second half of the season.

[Favre4Ever+ 4,476]

Not with that dogshit the Knights have at QB. Time for the Knights to do a little draft and development.

[Maverick 791]

SteVo had it out for me from the very beginning.