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The story, the legend, the tale of Streetlamp Le'Moose. Part two
DIR By: jebytc
Date: October 25, 2017, 10:20 am
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It was late on a Friday that he decided to seek advice. He
called his father; the rock of his life. The man that had always
been there for him, loved and cared for him. The man that would
give up everything for his son's happiness.
'Son,' his father had said, 'You've always loved Football, but
you've always loved helping people too. I think that's the
quality that I most admire in you. You're a special kid, the
best son that a father can hope for, and one that I'm so very
proud of.' Streetlamp could hear his father crying now, 'I don't
know what decision you'll make, but I know you, and I know that
whatever decision you come to is going to be the right one.'
Draft day 2032.
Streetlamp is paraded across the stage along with the rest of
the speculated top draft picks. He wears a nice suit with a
plain white shirt underneath and a crisp dark tie. Just looking
at him, you can tell that behind those eyes lurks an incredible
intellect.
The introductory proceedings stretch on for half an hour, but
finally, they're backstage again. Streetlamp sighs, his nerves
holding his chest in a vice.
'It's going to be fine honey.' She says, hugging him tight to
her chest.
'I know. It's just. Wow.'
'Who would've thought, hey?'
'Who would've thought.'
'I always knew, I read a story about you once,' said his Father,
joking to relieve the tension. 'Best god damn story ever
written.'
Streetlamp laughed. 'That's ridiculous.'
'Loosened you up though, didn't it?'
'Sure did.'
There was a short silence. Streetlamp rubbed his eyes.
'Did you get much sleep last night?' His mother asked.
'Not enough.' Streetlamp said, 'the nerves, y'no.'
'First pick, I'm telling you son. LA Jaguars - your new home.'
The introductions are done - the elderly Peyton Manning stands
in front of thousands of fans - millions watching live at home.
'The first pick of the 2032 draft goes to the LA Jaguars.'
A tense minute passes. Streetlamp watches the action on a small
tv in the backstage area - a camera up in his face.
Another minute passes. He starts to panic. Abigail clutches his
hand. Staring at her, he can't help but smile. Over the last
year, she'd traded her cropped hair for a longer style, and her
leather in for sweaters and blouses. She never did say why, but
he suspected that word got back to her about his confrontation
with the coach. He'd asked, but she just denied.
'... and with the first pick of the 2032 NFL draft, the LA
Jaguars pick... Streetlamp Le Moose!'
His jaw drops, exhaling deeply, his eyes wide open. His mother
and father are jumping up and down screaming, Abigail is
clutching on to him tighter than ever. 'You did it,' she says,
'you did it.'
The day after, the contract had been drawn up, including the
special circumstances. The news story broke that night
'Streetlamp Le Moose - Signed for $47 million over 7 years.
Reported to also be attending Law School as well.'
He's taking the degree externally.
He'd told his father the day before the signing. He'd been
accepted to Yale.
2036
He hesitated briefly, enough time for a grin to stretch ear to
ear.
'I do.'
'You may now kiss the bride.'
With that, he removed the veil from over Abigails face. She
smiled back at him. Her hair was well past her shoulders now,
and stuck a little to the veil. He wiped it off, tucking it
behind her ear.
'I love you, you know.'
She smiled 'I know.'
In that moment, during that kiss, he felt like he'd never kissed
a girl before, like this was the beginning of a lot of firsts.
He slipped the ring onto her finger, it was simple - plain.
White gold with an inlay of diamonds.
She slipped his on, plain gold. It contrasted beautifully with
the 2 over-designed superbowl rings on his right hand.
The same year, he stood in front the graduation class of Yale
Law School.
'I don't know very many of you,' he said, 'and that's a shame. I
don't doubt that you're all wonderful people, and it pains me to
have not had the opportunity to meet and spend time with you
all. We have all had a tough few years, struggling through
Corporate Law and the intricacies of Civil Procedure, but, we
made it."
'Today," he started, staring out at the crowd 'we stand not
students, but Lawyers. We stand as the guardians of justice. We
stand as the defenders of good. We stand as the people that can
make a physical, tangible change to the world for the better.'
'I want to tell you all a story. In middle school, I fell in
love with a girl. I ran into her again in my second year of
pre-law. She didn't look like she used to, or act like the
person she once was, but love doesn't discriminate.'
'I had to make on of the hardest decisions of my life that year.
My coach asked me to choose between playing football and being
with the person that I love. He asked me to choose because of
how she looked, of how she was perceived, of the person that he
believed that she was judging only on the superficial. I chose
her.'
'That day, it struck me, there's a lot of people in this world
that judge and believe based solely off the superficial. There
are a lot of people that don't care to take the time to get to
know somebody, to care for them and understand them. I ask
everybody here today to remember this, and hold it as tightly as
I do.'
'It is our job now to fight for people who can't fight anymore,
it is not our job to judge them for how they got there. It is
our job to create permanent, lasting change - not to make our
world appear better, to make it actually better.'
'I would like to leave you today with a quote; “The real judges
of your character aren't your neighbors, your relatives, or even
the people you play bridge with. The folks who really know you
are waiters, waitresses, and clerks."'
'Thankyou.'
2041
His office overlooked the field. Deep, white lines punctuated
the lush grass. 'Ever going to upgrade to astroturf Sir?'
Streetlamp asked.
The franchise owner laughed. It was a deep laugh, jolly even -
he was the type of man that could make a child believe there was
Santa for a few more years. 'I can't stand the stuff,' he said,
'if it's not real, it can't be good.'
'Ah, I'm a bit the same, I've been almost too careful since
Chair came along.'
'Chair? Your son right?'
'Yes sir. Chair De'Burlap.'
'Interesting name. Strong name.' He said, his brow creased,
nodding. 'You think he's going to become a legendary quarterback
like his father?'
Streetlamp laughed, 'I'm not a legend yet sir.'
The owner, suddenly taking a stern tone, 'Son, you will be after
you sign this. You do understand what this makes you, right?'
'The highest paid quarterback in the league?'
'The highest paid quarterback in the league.' He shook his head.
'What're you going to do with all that money?'
'Good Sir, I'm going to do good.'
'I'm sure you will son.'
That night, Streetlamp picked up his phone. He went to speeddial
and pressed 1. His fathers voice met him on the other end of the
line.
'Hey dad,' he said.
'Streetlamp! How're you going? How's Chair?'
'We're good dad. I signed the new contract today.'
'I saw - it's all over the news. $180 million, it's a lot of
money.'
'That it is.'
'Any plans for what you're going to do with it?'
'I'm opening my own charity. I've been doing a bit of pro-bono
work with sexually assaulted women,' he paused, 'these women
dad. They're broken. They're violated and they're broken. It's
like somebody has reached inside and stolen all that is theirs.
Removed any safety in their life.'
He paused.
His father remained silent on the other end of the line. He knew
by now when Streetlamp just needed to compose his thoughts.
'I can't make it all better for them dad, but I can try to help
them.'
'That's very noble.'
'It's just the right thing to do.'
'You always do the right thing.'
Streetlamp heard the doorknob jiggle, and watched as Abigail got
home.
'Hey babe, good day?' She'd shed the baby weight amazingly
quick.
'It was great, I'm just on the phone with Dad.'
'Tell him I say hi.'
'Will do.'
'Was that Abi?' Streetlamp's Dad asked.
'Sure was. She says hi.'
'I'll let you go then. Tell her I say hi back.'
'Okay, Bye Dad. I love you.'
'Love you too son.'
Streetlamp leaned back in the chair. His head throbbing.
'I saw the news,' said Abigail.
'It's hard not to now-a-days.'
'$180 million is a lot of money.'
'I know.'
'How much are you pledging to the charity.'
'I wanted to talk to you about that. I was thinking...' his
sentence trailed off.
'Yes?'
'I was thinking I'd pledge $170 million. If you're okay with
that.'
'I'm more than okay. I'm proud of you.'
2046:
'Breaking news: Jaguars' star quarterback Streetlamp Le Moose
has called a press conference.'
Abigail stood opposite him, adjusting his tie. 'Are you sure you
want to do this?'
'I've never been more sure.'
'But, you love football.'
'I love my family more. Last week was too close for comfort, I
can't lose you. I can't leave you to look after Chair and Annie
alone.'
'You're a good father.'
'You're the best mother.'
She smiled at him, and pecked him on the lips.
A thin blonde woman pokes her head out from the corridor, 'Mr
Streetlamp, Sir. Are you ready?'
'Yes, I am Jessie.'
He reached into his pocket, making sure that his palm cards were
there. Adjusted his suit jacket, inhaled and exhaled exactly
once and walked out, making his way on stage.
'And here he is, moving surprisingly well considering last weeks
accident,' said one news reporter.
'He's spent the last week flanked by reports that he's injured
and unable to play for the rest of the season, looking at him
now, I feel confident in speculating that those reports are
false.' Another said.
Taking the lecturn, Streetlamp sighed, pulling out his palm
cards and scanning the first one before he began speaking.
'Ladies and Gentleman, Reporters, Sportsfans, the American
Public, today, I stand in front of you with two things to tell
you. It is with great sadness that I must announce my retirement
from the NFL.'
A wave of frenzied whispers crashed over the crowd.
'Last week, as you all know, I was on the recieving end of a
high tackle, and as I'm sure you all know, it rendered me
unconscious. Funnily enough, it was being knocked unconcious
that woke me up to the fact that I'm no longer a young man. I'm
not in the same athletic shape as I once was.'
'I'm not going to lie to you, it was scary for me. I have an
amazing son, Chair De'Burlap, who's starting preschool this
year, and the most beautiful daughter any man could hope for. I
could not bear to lose either one of them, or have them grow up
without a father.'
'My father was the lynchpin of my childhood, really, he's still
the lynchpin of my life now. He is the most caring, passionate,
loving person in my life, mark my mother, and I don't think I'd
be one tenth of the person I am today if it wasn't for him.'
'I've been blessed with an amazing career, and a team full of
the best people I could ever hope to meet, and I apologise to
them for putting them in this position. I'm sorry, but my family
will always come first. Marcus Delroy is a brilliant
quarterback, and I'm sure the team will be more than safe with
him.'
'I've achieved a lot of things over the last few years. I've
opened my own charity, I've defended the rights of women who
couldn't afford defending, I've raised money for cancer
awareness and for lower-income neighbourhoods. I've always had
the desire to make the world a better place, and I've always
aspired to live up to this desire. It is with this in mind that
I make my second announcement.'
He looked down at his cards, breathing in and out deeply, 'In
the next election, I will be running as Governor of California.
Thankyou.' He walked off stage.
2056: 'Ladies and gentleman,' Streetlamp said, his voice poised,
his back straight, 'I would like to thank you all for your
ongoing support over the last two years. I would like to thank
you all for your faith in me, and for the faith in my party.'
'Today,' he paused, 'today is the beginning of a new day. The
start of a new people. We have experienced economic hardship,
political insecurity, civil unrest and abuse of powers in this
century, and I am proud to say that I will the be the one to
bring an end to this.'
An eruption of applause encapsulated the room.
'The United States was once a great country. It was once a
nation that stood for the very fundamental rights of Freedom,
Liberty and Justice. It pains me, as an American, that our fine
country was sullied by the irresponsible and reckless actions of
a minority put in a position of power, and I'm sure it pains you
too.'
'I ran in this election to give a voice to the people that have
never had a voice. To restore the country to a place that judged
not on what is presented superficially, but on the quality of
their ideas, the strength of their convictions, and on the
greatness of their character.'
'Citizens of the United States, Citizens of the World, today, we
have made the first step towards a tangible change for the
better. We have made the first step to the enablement of our
people. We have made the first step towards restoring our
country to the greatness that it once was.'
'I am thankful, and I am grateful to all who voted for me. I
look forward to creating a better country, and creating a better
world.'
With that, Streetlamp existed the stage. Abigail waited in the
wings for him, embracing him she whispered seductively 'Hello
Mr. President.'
He smiled at her, chuckling, 'Hello, First Lady,'..
This isnt my backstory by the way. it is from reddit, so it
inspired me to make my character name after this. Hope you are
still reading.
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