"Robbins...Robbins..what are ya doin?' snapped
Coach Samuel L. Johnson.
"Coach...I had lost my man and I was wide
open....he should've hit me with the ball..
I was open." protested Cock.
"Just run the pattern Cock..okay? Run the damn
pattern." said the exasperated Coach.
Cock ran the next pattern as he was told and made his cut with precision...The quarterback spun
a perfect pass his way...it bounced off of his hands...
"Come on man..you threw that ball
too hard ." he protested.
The next play..Cock went short....another perfect pass, bounced off of his helmet....
"Coach, Coach...bring in another quarterback...
he's garbage." screamed Cock....
"ROBBBINS.....GET OFF MY FEILD!!!!
HIT DA SHOWERS...YOU'RE OUTTA
HERE...AND DON'T COME BACK!!!!"
screamed the Coach.
All of the other players clapped and cheered...They hated Cock Robbins and his constant bragging and complaining...He acted like he was playing on The Philadelphia Eagles or the New York Giants...Neither of which the Semi-Semi Pro Chester Molesters were. This was the second
semi pro team he had been cut from in two weeks. The other, The Wynnefield Hawks had cut him the third day of tryouts. Neither the Eagles ,nor the Giants had ever called him back. A workout with the Dallas Cowboys had yeilded nothing. Here he was thirty four years old and had yet to even sit on the bench for anything more than a Semi-professional football team.
Cock Robbins had fallen a long way down from his high school days when he led his High School
Footbal team to the State Championships in both his Junior and Senior Year. Women loved him...they still did....People predicted big things for him. He was recruited by a few local schools,
Lincoln, Cheyney State, Millersville and West Chester....Wound up going to Lincoln, majoring in
African-American History, with a minor in Physical Education. Just barely graduated. He had to walk on The Eagles, the Giants and the Patriots at one time and wound up getting cut before the Season started. By 25 ,he had played for a series of Semi -Professional Football teams and couldn't manage to stay on them.
Then there was the women....They never failed him...In New York, all he had to do was say that he was a Semi -Professional Football player and they came running. He had been blessed in one area though and as word of it's size got around...He soon was juggling woman after woman and trying to live as though he were Terrell Owens or Peyton Manning...Trouble was..he didn't have their money or their fame. He lived with woman after woman after woman until they saw that he was kind of shallow..Then as usual, they cut him loose. Like Cinnamon, his latest girl...A stripper by night...A student at Community College by day.
She needed her car to get to work and she needed it like, yesterday-
"Hello." said Cock as he cleaned out his locker and answered the
Bluetooth and phone , Cinnamon had given him.
"Cock, I need my car...I gotta go to work."
"Alright baby, I'll...I'll be home soon." he said.
"Home? Nigga is you got some rent money?
you been drivin my car, watchin my cable
eatin up my food for two months now and I
aint seen nar dime...I aint supportin you,
you supposed to be the big time Football playa."
"Baby, I got cut."He said.
"Again? What kind of football player
are you? You got cut by the Chester
Molesters...damnn boy...They're one
step from bein a high school team...
you must really suck." She laughed
"Damn girl...you've got as much sensitivity
as a pit bull." He said.
"Just bring my car to me...and bring me some
money or I'm puttin you out.." She said.
"Baby wait!" He said...
He looked in his wallet..He had four hundred and fifty seven dollars and eighty five cents in his
wallet..that was it and he needed that to buy his hair care stuff and his soap and colognes..Had to smell good for the ladies!!!He walked out into the afternoon air, tossed his gear into the trunk of
Cinnamon's car..Looked up into the night time sky and wondered aloud what he was going to do with himself...
(To be continued)