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Okay, I couldn’t believe that Savoy just slapped me. It was Christmas break and everyone was hanging out at Howard’s Bar-be-que, in my home town. I was with my boys, Cole and Damarius and some chicks were hanging around us, but I was being a good boy. I only had a few days till I had to head back to school and get ready to play in the National Championship college game.

After the slap, I didn’t know how to feel. First of all, it hurt. So I was pissed. Second, my boys were just sitting there looking at me like they knew I wasn’t going to take it. So I was angry.

Then I looked into Savoy’s eyes. Through the tears that began to fall from her lashes, I could see she was hurting. So I felt bad. There was a little crowd of honeys watching and though I didn’t want to be punked, something was going on with my girl.

“You two, don’t even say anything to me!” I shouted to Damarius and Cole.

Damarius jerked me by the back of my shirt and said, “I know you ain’t gon’ just let her talk to you like that.”

“It’s obvious that something is wrong with her. Can’t you see? Come on, man. Give me some space,” I said as I pulled away from Damarius.

“Aight, aight! Whatever, but you the one that’s gonna miss out on all the fun,” he said as he tapped Cole and they walked a few feet away.

Savoy just looked at me and wiped her face. I knew she was disappointed and for whatever reason she thought I had let her down. I could understand her being upset and all, but to come at me swinging and hitting me in public was unacceptable.

Her first semester in college must have been harder than I thought for her to lash out at me this way. Her bold gesture was dumb. We were working on rebuilding what we had after deciding to get back together. Just because I didn’t play things her way she was going to pitch a fit, like some out-of-control toddler. I took a deep breath and motioned her to talk to me. After all, since she’d made such a bold stand to call me out, she certainly had something to say.

Savoy angrily snarled, “I can’t believe you! You haven’t talked to me in two days. And before that, you claimed you were so busy. Either you got to work out or you got to hang out with the guys. You’ve got to do something for your mom or dad. Shucks, you don’t even have time for me. Then my brother gets me out of the house and I find you flirting with a whole bunch of high school girls. You better be careful, or else you’ll be in jail for child molest…”

“Okay, see, I’ve had enough,” I told her quickly, cutting her off. “Why are you being the over-jealous type?”

When she looked down, unable to respond, I figured maybe every girl had it in her. I could relate. I was certain that I didn’t want to see her with another guy, but she shouldn’t just assume that I was dissing her. I knew that no matter what I said, there was no way I was going to win. “So you can’t answer me? You can’t respond.”

She shook her head. “Naw, I know you won’t understand.”

I said, “Try me. Say something. I don’t appreciate you trying to humiliate me.”

“You care more about what everybody else thinks instead of what I think.”

“No, you don’t respect me.”

“Like you respect me,” she said. “Please, Perry, if you did you wouldn’t lie to me. We’d be together. You’d make me a priority.”

She just went on and on whining. It was so annoying. I had a lot of pressure on me. A lot of people were pulling on me from all different kinds of directions. We said we were going to be an item, wasn’t that enough for her?

“Just forget it, Perry. I don’t even know why I try. I don’t even know why I cared.”

She left the restaurant. Like a nut, I followed her. I thought about my sister Payton. If there was one thing I had learned from her, it was that during a certain time of the month girls went cuckoo. Maybe that was the case with Savoy, so I went over.

Gently, I stroked her soft brown hair. “So is it that time of the month for you or something?”

“Why does it have to be all of that? Can it be that I just want you to care? I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to understand.”

“You can’t put limitations on me.”

“I didn’t.”

“I’d think you’d understand that I haven’t seen my friends or my family in practically months. With all that I have had to balance—from trying to be an A student to showing out on the field—it’s just been one thing after another. Finally, I get the good news that I’m going to have the chance to play in the big game and I can’t even celebrate.” I sighed. “I mean, if you want to know everywhere I go, if you want to sign off on every little thing I do, then honestly this might be too much for me.”

“Okay, forgetting me, putting me aside, Perry, could you honestly say that the Lord would be pleased at what you’re doing right now? Don’t you think that He would see your actions as a little suspect for a guy who is supposed to have a girlfriend?”

“Savoy, the Lord knows what’s in my heart and I know He wouldn’t condemn me because of something Damarius does. Yeah, he has five girls hanging on him, but they ain’t hanging on me.”

“Whatever. They are not around him because of him. Everybody knows who you are. I have heard the buzz. Every girl in this barbeque joint wants you smothered between two slices of toasted bread. You’ve got ‘potential millionaire’ written all across your forehead. Are you stupid? Do you not see?” Savoy came at me worse than an attack dog.

Standing my ground, I said, “I told you I didn’t want a jealous girlfriend.” It was almost like she was about to hyperventilate, so I paused.

“Well, excuse me, but if you would be more of a boyfriend, and give me the same things that you expect from me, we wouldn’t have these issues. And to answer your question from earlier, yes, I’m on my period right now. So I’m sorry for hitting you in public and all that. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I was trying to get your attention; either you want to be in this relationship with me or you don’t.”

“Well, it can’t be just your way. If you’re saying those are the terms, then bye.”

She turned around and threw her hands up in the air. Deep down I cared a lot about her. Way more than I ever did for Tori. I loved her, I just wanted to be cautious and keep my heart guarded. I wasn’t trying to downplay all that she was saying, but I didn’t see myself as all that either. Maybe God could help me to check myself.

Alright, Lord, if I’m wrong for having a little time for me, show me. If I’m supposed to be with Savoy, You need to show me how she and I can make it.

Damarius and Cole walked up to me and Damarius said, “That’s what I’m talking about. Let her walk away. You the man!”

When I was back at Georgia Tech in Atlanta, Coach Red addressed the team in a frustrated tone. “Men, I’m disappointed in you. You’ve got to be self-motivated to make it to the top. No one can give you the desire to become the best. You’ve got a National Championship game to play and I know most of you went home for the full week off I gave you. Now most of you look like you haven’t even worked out while away from our trainers and the facility.”

The talk was that coach had been going crazy. We knew it was stress from sportswriters speculating that another team should have gotten in the big game, not us. We heard we got voted in because of the politics Coach played. He had a lot of pressure on him.

I didn’t know why he thought we were unfocused, why he thought we didn’t care. Just because we wanted to be around our families didn’t mean that we weren’t taking this seriously. I scanned the room and knew every player in there had the heart to win. Saxon raised his hand.

“Yes, Lee. What do you want?” Coach Red snapped.

“Coach, I just wanted to say that you told us we could go home. If that’s not what you wanted, why’d you say it was alright?”

“I wanted you guys to make the decision to stay. When you’re about to play in a big game, the biggest one you’ll ever play in your life, you forgo some things. This National Championship game is it; you’re getting a chance to play at the most outstanding level. I wanted my men to think, to be in the Championship game and to perform that night while millions are watching. You got to be on your toes. You got to be willing to sacrifice. If you say you want to win, you’ve got to give it your all,” he said, shaking his head. “Yeah, I told you you could go, but I didn’t think you would. But I can’t cry over spilt milk. Y’all are going to clean it up. Get out there and do a hundred suicides up and down the stadium steps.”

We all grumbled.

“GET OUT THERE NOW!” he yelled.

Quickly, we fled out to the stadium. A line formed and we jogged the stairs. Of course, after twenty-five we were all tired.

“This proves my point. You guys didn’t train hard enough this week. But that’s okay because we’re going to be ready for USC. Those Trojans are going to be ready for a war and we’re going to give them one. Strap on your swords, bees, and let’s lead ’em on to the hive,” he said as our team got fired up.

Two days later, we were on a plane heading down to Miami. I had always heard that the bowl games were something special, but to be in the biggest bowl was something special all in itself. And to play in it as a freshman, I truly was psyched.

As soon as we got there, the hotel’s upscale lobby was swarming with press like we were celebrities or something.

Lenard came up to me with one of the other defensive guys and said, “Alright, bonding time.”

“Just because we have the night off doesn’t mean we need to go out on the town,” I said, reminding them of the coach’s philosophy. Just because an opportunity presents itself doesn’t mean you have to seize it.

Lenard grabbed me by my collar and said, “Quit being a wimp. You’re supposed to enjoy this time. You may have an opportunity to come back out here, but as seniors this is our last shot. We are up in the house and Miami here we come. You coming with us?”

“Yeah, I’m coming to keep y’all out of trouble,” I said reluctantly. He was right—we wouldn’t be here together like this again.

Unfortunately, the spot we chose was a bar full of Trojan fans. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal, but Lenard was sporting his Jackets jersey. The crazy looks we got were eerie.

As soon as we ordered from the bar, a drunk bald guy yelled out, “The sorry Yellow Jackets are in the house.”

I said, “Let’s just go, guys.”

“Nah-unh. I’m not about to leave without my drink,” Lenard said.

I didn’t have a good feeling, but what could I do? We sat down at a table, and tried to mind our own business and wait for the waitress to come and take our food orders. Then the same drunk fool came up to us with a few of his buddies and started a brawl.

He said, “I know you guys don’t think you’re going to win.”

“Alright, man. Whatever. Nobody is mad that you’re a Trojans fan. Just get out of our face and we’re cool.” Lenard said, and held up his hand in a peace sign.

Unfortunately, the guy didn’t go away. “I know your new little freshman quarterback thinks he did good in the ACC Championship game, but we’re gonna smash his head in. Who does he think he is? He’s so stupid that he got himself ejected for betting on the games. Well, you better get ready to lose because your tired defense ain’t much better. Shucks, you all shouldn’t have even been playing in this game.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of him, y’all.” Markus stood up and pushed the guy into a corner.

It was on then, with everyone fighting from one end of the bar to the other. At first I watched, but if I was anything, I was loyal. There were only a few of us, so my punches had to count. In no time, I heard sirens and folks started scattering.

I grabbed Lenard off of a man, then yanked on Markus. I shouted, “We’ve got to get out of here now!”

But before we could get away, the police herded us into a corner with the rest of the customers. I couldn’t believe the mess we were in. It didn’t take law enforcement long to figure out who we were and haul us away. It seemed like an even shorter time passed before an angry Coach Red showed up at the precinct.

“Lenard! Perry! What is up with this? You’ve already been suspended for fighting.”

Lenard rushed to answer. “Folks started coming at us with bottles and stuff. What are we supposed to do?”

Coach snarled, “You shouldn’t have been out there in the first place.”

At the same time I was thinking, Yeah, that’s what I told them. But at that moment, what could I have done? I wasn’t strong enough to lead them to do the right thing. So I gave in to the pressure and let them lead me into doing something that was wrong. We had cuts on our faces, and Lenard was holding his ribs. We had a National Championship game to play and some of the key players were banged up over this foolishness.

Coach lectured us all the way back to the hotel. I heard him, but he couldn’t have made me feel more like a loser.

“It ain’t like he’s gonna bench us,” Markus said as he leaned over and clutched his stomach.

“You know what?” Coach said. “I heard that. All three of you guys are going to sit out the first quarter of this game.”

“You want to make that stupid move, Coach, then do what you got to do,” Lenard yelled back. What was he thinking?

Coach replied, “Since you’re so big and bad, when you get a chance to play, make up the difference. Fight on the field!”

Lenard lowered his voice a few decibels and said, “But you’re tying our hands, Coach, by keeping us out one quarter.”

Coach Red said, “What’s fair is fair. Yes, I want to win a National Championship, but more than that, I want to make you guys winners in life. Actions come with consequences.” Now you’ll never forget how much your stupid actions cost your team and your fans.

Back at the hotel, Saxon said, “Coach can kiss off.” Word of our punishment had got through to the team.

My roommate and our new quarterback, Lance Shadrach, chimed in, “Yeah, if you’re not playing, I’m not playing either.”

Since Mario, our former starting quarterback, got caught up in a scandal, Lance was ready for the job. He showed out at the Atlantic Coast Conference Championship Game and we won. Though the media was saying we wouldn’t have a chance against the Trojans, Lance had the heart of a warrior. I called him a brother in white skin and I knew he was going to show up and do his part on game night. But he and Saxon were talking foolishness. Before I could set them straight, Deuce, our other roommate and running back for the team, echoed Lance’s sentiments.

“If the quarterback and tailback don’t play, or at least threaten not to, Coach Red will change his dumb tactics. What’s he going to do without all of us?”

The three of them went on and on about how they were going to convince the other players to boycott. I was just so thankful that I didn’t get arrested like the rest of the club members, for inciting a riot at the Miami bar, that sitting out one quarter of the football game was really no big deal. Even though it was the biggest football game played in college sports.

Deuce came over to me and rested his hand on my shoulder and said, “Look, if it wasn’t for you taking time out to help me study, I wouldn’t get through school. Seriously, if you hadn’t stepped up and made me get all of that calculus, I’d be sitting out the whole game. I know Lenard and Markus, man. They convinced you to go somewhere you didn’t want to go. All that football hazing is a bunch of crap. For real you shouldn’t be punished for what coach practically signed off on. He told us to follow the upper classmen when the season first started. I’m going to talk to the rest of the team now.”

As Deuce headed to the door I just shook my head. I couldn’t believe the chump was serious. Why would he put his career on the line for me? Yeah, we were brothers now in every true sense of the heart, and as crazy as Saxon had been towards me—not wanting me to be with his sister and feeling he was a much better player than I was—somewhere along the way he and I had formed a bond too. I cared about those three guys and I needed to let them know that there was no way I was going to let them carry through with any sort of plan of rebellion. I jogged over to the door and barricaded myself in front of it.

“Move, Perry, now move,” Deuce said, as he tried unsuccessfully to push me aside.

“Naw, now for real you guys are going to hear me out,” I said boldly to the three of them. “Quit being hotheads for a second and listen to me. Saxon, I’ve been watching you in practice lately and boy, you are a heck of a football player. You know I never wanted to admit that with me and you being rivals in high school and all, but you the man! With me on the bench you’re going to get a chance to play. You can show out and show ’em the threat and presence of what’s coming next year. Aight?”

“I hear you, man,” Saxon said, and he came and gave me dap.

“And Deuce and Lance, though the loyalty chokes me up inside,” I said facetiously.

Lance grabbed a pillow and tossed it my way. I ducked. We all laughed.

I continued, “I’m serious. I appreciate y’all caring, but what good is it going to do with none of us in the game? Somebody has to represent the freshman class and help us win this thing. I’ma get back in there. What I want y’all to get is that we got to live by rules, and when you break them you got to step up, be a man, and take what’s coming to you. I don’t need y’all to take my medicine for me. I know what I did and I know why I did it. I just need the three of y’all out there. And light up the scoreboard, so when I get in I won’t have to show y’all up.”

They charged me. The next thing you know the four of us were play wrestling. It was cool to know I wanted the best for them and that they had my back.

The next couple of days were chaos. All the sportswriters were clamoring outside the hotel to make the story even bigger than it was. Coach protected Lenard, Markus, and myself through a lot of the public functions that the team went to—team meet-and-greets, pep rallies, Fellowship of Christian Athletes breakfast—so we were able to chill.

I was also avoiding my folks. I knew they had driven down to Miami. I was successful in not seeing them until my dad banged on the hotel room door and yelled that Coach told him I was in there.

“Alright Dad, but I got a game in the morning,” I said, sounding real tired.

“Whatever, son, open the door. I need to talk to you now.”

I couldn’t even look his way. Feeling bad was an understatement. I hated letting my parents down. What could I say?

“I know, Dad. I made a bad decision.”

“I hear you, son, but you can’t just run away from us when you get in some trouble. Besides, this year you have had one incident after another and we have always been there for you.”

“I shouldn’t have embarrassed you guys, Dad. Truthfully, you couldn’t be more bummed out with me than I am with myself.”

He went on anyway, lecturing me for another thirty minutes, then told me to rest up for the game. I appreciated that at the end of the day he brought our conversation back to a positive place.

As he prepared to leave, he touched my shoulder and said, “Listen. All this talk now is that you’re coming off of the bench and you won’t be able to help the game. Shut the media and the fans up; do your thing tomorrow, aight?”

“Aight, I’ma try,” I laughed, trippin’ that my pops was down.

Eyeing me to make sure I took him seriously, he said, “Naw, you gon’ do it. You hurting this team on the bench. You get in that game and make up the difference.”

He had no idea how right he was. In the first quarter we were down 28-0. Saxon was dropping passes. Deuce was getting blocked turn after turn, and Lance was getting sacked every snap. It was a massacre!

In the second quarter Lenard and I were able to join the game. We gave Lance confidence and the O line started blocking better. Deuce was able to run and he scored a touchdown. With Markus back as a leader on defense, we held them, and I caught some crazy balls and scored two touchdowns.

Even with all that battling, when the end of the fourth quarter came we were still behind 28-21. Though we did our best, USC did not come up short. I wanted to beat the Trojans so bad. After all, we lost the first game of the season to them. I played a big part in that loss. My absence in the first quarter of this game will always be in the back of my mind. Once again, I let my teammates down. As we walked to the middle of the field to shake hands with the victorious Trojans, Coach Red didn’t even look my way. I know he was pissed at me. Though we played a hard-fought game, in the end it just wasn’t enough simply trying to win!