Too Much Football, Not Enough J2, Part 1/3neros_violinDecember 10 2009, 01:11:11 UTC
Four minutes and thirteen seconds on the clock in the fourth quarter, and the Cowboys are down by three, third and five on the Vikings forty eight yard line. Jensen’s up and down the sidelines, pacing in between the line of scrimmage and the first down marker, listening to his offensive coordinator’s tinny voice rattling off the defense’s weaknesses as the play clock blinks into the single digits and Padalecki lines up behind the center, barking out the formation.
This is the most important game of Jensen’s life. Jerry Jones took a huge risk hiring him as head coach, the youngest ever in the NFL at thirty-two. He’s worked his ass off to make sure Jones didn’t regret it, and now, here he is in December, and everything - validation, success, his fucking team and all the guys who look to him for leadership - rides on the outcome of this contest. Whoever wins is into the playoffs. Whoever loses is out.
Jensen doesn’t fucking breathe after the snap. His quarterback drops into the pocket, offensive linemen giving him one second,
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Too Much Football, Not Enough J2, Part 2/3neros_violinDecember 10 2009, 01:11:50 UTC
“Don’t be sorry,” Jensen says, and the tone of his voice slips into something that seems reserved specifically for Jared. It’s softer than he would like, and reveals too much. “Just do what you’re good at and win the fucking game.”
Finally, Jared looks over at him and flashes that ridiculous grin, wide mouth revealing white teeth and dimples cutting his cheeks. “Wow. That’s some sophisticated coaching.”
Jensen tries to focus on the fact that his quarterback is a smart ass with no respect, instead of the way his slicked-back hair is soaked with sweat and the way his golden brown skin pinks with excitement and exertion and the way his slanted hazel eyes are so fucking expressive, or the way all those elements of Jared would look in his bedroom, on his white sheets, begging. “You need me to draw you some pictures, Jay?”
“I don’t know, I might. Would they be naughty pictures?”
The crowd starts fucking screaming just as Jared finishes the question, like they approve. The Vikings have gone three and out, the tight Cowboys
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Too Much Football, Not Enough J2, Part 3/3neros_violinDecember 10 2009, 01:12:08 UTC
Jensen rips off his headset and runs into the field, along with the rest of the team, jumping up and down and generally making an ass of himself. He does not care. He feels like eight million tons just got lifted from his shoulders and now he’s fucking flying.
Jensen starts shaking hands and exchanging “good games” with the Vikings coaching staff, even though he can’t hear a goddamn thing but the crowd yelling its approval and the PA system blaring a victory song. He’s got one eye on Jared, watching him celebrate - an absurdly goofy dance that somehow manages to be endearing - so he doesn’t notice his defensive line sneaking up behind him with a cooler of Gatorade. He gasps in shock as gallons of the sticky red cold drink get dumped on his head and run into his clothes, soaking him from head to foot
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This is the most important game of Jensen’s life. Jerry Jones took a huge risk hiring him as head coach, the youngest ever in the NFL at thirty-two. He’s worked his ass off to make sure Jones didn’t regret it, and now, here he is in December, and everything - validation, success, his fucking team and all the guys who look to him for leadership - rides on the outcome of this contest. Whoever wins is into the playoffs. Whoever loses is out.
Jensen doesn’t fucking breathe after the snap. His quarterback drops into the pocket, offensive linemen giving him one second, ( ... )
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Finally, Jared looks over at him and flashes that ridiculous grin, wide mouth revealing white teeth and dimples cutting his cheeks. “Wow. That’s some sophisticated coaching.”
Jensen tries to focus on the fact that his quarterback is a smart ass with no respect, instead of the way his slicked-back hair is soaked with sweat and the way his golden brown skin pinks with excitement and exertion and the way his slanted hazel eyes are so fucking expressive, or the way all those elements of Jared would look in his bedroom, on his white sheets, begging. “You need me to draw you some pictures, Jay?”
“I don’t know, I might. Would they be naughty pictures?”
The crowd starts fucking screaming just as Jared finishes the question, like they approve. The Vikings have gone three and out, the tight Cowboys ( ... )
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Jensen starts shaking hands and exchanging “good games” with the Vikings coaching staff, even though he can’t hear a goddamn thing but the crowd yelling its approval and the PA system blaring a victory song. He’s got one eye on Jared, watching him celebrate - an absurdly goofy dance that somehow manages to be endearing - so he doesn’t notice his defensive line sneaking up behind him with a cooler of Gatorade. He gasps in shock as gallons of the sticky red cold drink get dumped on his head and run into his clothes, soaking him from head to foot ( ... )
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I THINK YOU FORGOT PART 4.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(even though it's the cowboys. :P)
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Glad you liked, bb!
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I do find sweaty, athletic Jared rather appealing. Shocking, yes?
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...part 4???
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I think I'm gonna have to do part 4 - tomorrow! That's one of the things I love about this meme - you can make additions. :D
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COACH!JENSEN DOES FUNNY THINGS TO MY INSIDES.
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