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Football's probably one of the most pointless things to be thinking about given the shit that'd gone down over the past couple days, but Tim can't find it in himself to feel too guilty about that. He's relieved if nothing else. They got the guy, the one who'd killed Ginger and that other girl, and at least Sam hadn't tried to take care of it on his own. 'Least not that Tim knows about, anyway. And he doesn't have to worry anymore about even being a suspect anymore, however vaguely, so that's something.
Plus, in times like this... sometimes football's all that's left to make him feel just a little normal and not like he's really stuck on some magical island in the middle of nowhere inhabited by wizards and killers and ghost hunters.
Which is what had finally pushed him and Jason into finishing up their plans for starting a team. Jason had done most of the work, Tim only tossing in an idea here or there, arguing about the need to specify American football and grunting agreements on various other issues over a large sandwich before agreeing to put the notice up on the board:
(AMERICAN) FOOTBALL TRY-OUTS
Will be held August 17th at 1:00pm in the pasture. Please wear comfortable clothing and running shoes. Water will be provided.
If interested, please sign up on the paper provided. Try-outs are open to any and all interested persons regardless of gender, age or experience level. All positions will be filled.
Please contact Jason Street or Tim Riggins with any questions.
Stepping back, Tim pats a hand over the paper one last time and then turns and heads down the hall towards the kitchen, his steps just a little lighter.
[OOC: Tim's no longer at the board, but feel free to sign-up and ask him questions later; he should have an EP within the next week or so. Please check here for additional information.]
Plus, in times like this... sometimes football's all that's left to make him feel just a little normal and not like he's really stuck on some magical island in the middle of nowhere inhabited by wizards and killers and ghost hunters.
Which is what had finally pushed him and Jason into finishing up their plans for starting a team. Jason had done most of the work, Tim only tossing in an idea here or there, arguing about the need to specify American football and grunting agreements on various other issues over a large sandwich before agreeing to put the notice up on the board:
(AMERICAN) FOOTBALL TRY-OUTS
Will be held August 17th at 1:00pm in the pasture. Please wear comfortable clothing and running shoes. Water will be provided.
If interested, please sign up on the paper provided. Try-outs are open to any and all interested persons regardless of gender, age or experience level. All positions will be filled.
Please contact Jason Street or Tim Riggins with any questions.
Stepping back, Tim pats a hand over the paper one last time and then turns and heads down the hall towards the kitchen, his steps just a little lighter.
[OOC: Tim's no longer at the board, but feel free to sign-up and ask him questions later; he should have an EP within the next week or so. Please check here for additional information.]