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Getting Ahead of the Game

Copyright© 2022 by The Twelfth Man

Chapter 3

All good things seem to come to an end, usually not always such a good ending either. This one seemed to be so. I must say the girls were up-front, blunt and direct about the whole sad thing. Money was never the issue, Tracie had more than enough, they said.

Poor Sandi was caught between a rock and a hard place, more like in the line of fire. Give her credit, she wanted to do the right thing, they all did. That did not make me feel any better though. My ‘Agent’ wanted to just let everything go back to the way it was before the contract and was willing to give me the money.

No easy way to make that happen the lawyers said. To me, she got me more than I expected and got her fees added. After 23 new and very creative ‘solutions’ took on water and were sunk; Tracie made one up. Sandi would pay Tracie some of ‘her’ Agent’s10% of my salary in exchange for me to own the ship, I would be able to live on it whenever I wanted. It would be mine, I would pay for my own food and things for the ship, Tracie said the berth at the marina was included. It was imposible to be upset with any of them.

I would start living on the ship. I sort of indicated we would remain friends. This was re-enforced when we all changed the banking accounts to everyone’s satisfaction. I still needed a driver though. This was South/Central don’t forget so I probably needed my own ‘Fire Team’ even.

Eva, head of team/stadium security had a good solution for those problems. Some of her team would pick me up and drive me back each day. This would need further negotiations during the off-season but it solved a few immediate problems.

Cook, clean and general ‘gofer’ duty aboard ship could have been another problem for me; like I said ‘could’ have been a problem; except for the look-alikes. Becky 1 and Becky 2 were BFF. 18 and no jobs, ‘California girls’ not interested in the ‘Casting Couch’, nude dancing nor ‘escort’ services. Pay was easy, for room, board(Live, sleep and eat on-board), expenses(Minimal) and $2,000 each a month. both became ‘Ship’s Crew’ 24/7. I mentioned both were California girls, right? (We added education for them to be captain of the ship) I did get them home and away jerseys(XXX-large) with my number on them too.

When we went to dinner and more detail was discussed; the lease car(Theirs as owner, no CDL required), vacations I planned to take, insurances and bonuses for staying sort of left their head spinning. If they stayed with me the full 5 years of my contract, each would get $100,000 BONUS in-addition to a $50,000 SEP(like a pension) The immediate $15,000 sign-on bonus left them crying. This was a win-win for all of us. ‘My Girls’, former ‘My Girls’ thought it was a good solution. Tracie had the ship moved closer to the marina security shack too. What was left unsaid was what I would do if they stayed with me beyond that contract.

We had no routine; things were changing too much for that. When the regular season games started, things settled-down some. January saw a small change. She was small, not even 5 foot but needed a job to stay in this country. Eva sent her over. I now had my driver, one less stateroom and a damn fine auto-moo-bille, for her to drive me in; to hear her talk.


The marina had more than a fair amount of security. We all felt good about that. It also allowed the Beckie’s to wear those tight fitting jerseys to games. There were several away games that were closeby, these broke up any boredom, especially when told that ‘shopping’ was an included expense.

Dee-Dee asked to use the ship for several modeling assignments. We all even took the ship out for a couple of those. Sandi or Jessie would come along sometimes too.

Weird, I know but so far it all worked fine. Becky 1 and 2 were ‘health girls’, Dee-Dee was not exactly the same size as them which probably was the reason they got along so well.(They were a bit more on top)

Tracie got a box. The look-alikes kept going up and down to visit their buddies, especially at half-time. I heard each night they pranced up and down, ‘looking but no touching was OK’. We had never had any discussion about those kind of things.

We had 4 games left; we were in the top three in the conference and no 1 in our group. Word was the super bowl was the goal and four new player were said to be coming on as soon as their old teams agreed to terms. I hoped two of them were tackles.

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