Dreams had came true for Jackson Whittemore. After spending most of his middle school and high school career playing Lacrosse, he earned a full scholarship to play with the CalBears at University of California. It was an opportunity of a lifetime and he couldn’t see himself doing anything else even though his father, David, still urged him to take up law school. But for Jackson, sports was what he was good at, lacrosse especially.
Bringing him to his first day of practice, they were set to do conditioning drills. It was a trial of sorts, testing each players abilities, especially the newcomers. Going from cone box, pro agility shuttle, speed squats and his personal favorite, suicide runs, there was nothing he couldn’t get through, being one of the few to finish before the any of the others. Now, it was just a matter of being noticed and he hoped he was.
“Alright, bring it in! Great work, all of you!”
The entire team huddled towards the left of the field around the infamous Tanner Emerson, one of the best coaches in the state. Word was that he had planned to eventually retire and this might be his last year. This only gave Jackson more incentive to prove himself.
“Welcome! Now, I don’t need to tell you that all of you are the best of the best. Last year, my scouter Eli worked hard searching for you and I have to admit, I’m quite impressed. I think this is gonna be a great year! As always.” Tanner clapped his hands before taking a step back and gesturing to a man behind him. Obviously younger than Tanner, but he also had a quite a few years on Jackson himself. “This is Scott McCall by the way. My assistant coach. I look forward to seeing him be your coach next year, great player and a great man.“ Tanner nods approvingly before he pulls out his cell. "For just today, he’ll be taking over. I have personal stuff to attend to. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
*flicks aiden's nose*