"I'll dream with any nigger, spick, prick or faggot."
“This Walta’s boy?” asked a voice from
nowhere.
John
Jeremiah Shockme had picked up Yeager’s cell phone in the locker room! Country white boy, tight end, straw-out-the-side-of-the-mouth
kinda guy.
“You got it,” said Bear from his own cell, shocked.
“Walter said you like my locker room essays."
“Kinda
rocked my world, little Bearcat,” said Shockme. “Wait ... getting ready ... practice ... two-a-days are a killer
... man, I never looked at the locker room as just some air in the world ... how fucking revolutionary is that?”
“Tell
me about it,” said Bear.
“Dream,” said Shockme, apparently reading one
of Bear's locker room essays:
Dream of a nightmare
of getting raped and converted to being a fag in the locker room. Or dream of all of us getting along and taking care of business,
so we can win another title and go down as one of the greatest football teams in history. Or greatest bunch of men who couldn’t
get the job done because one guy was honest about his love for one other man on this planet. Your choice. I’m gonna
dream the SUPER dream. Your QB, #13.
“I’ll sure as hell fuckin’ dream with
any nigger, prick, spic or faggot that’s gonna get my country cracker ass to the Super Bowl, I’ll tell ya that,
little Bearcat,” said Shockme.
“Not good enough,” said Bear. “Gotta
sub heaven for hell. No hell in my locker room. Put heaven in that statement above, and we can dream
together everyday the rest of our lives.”
“I’ll sure as heaven fuckin’ dream
with any nigger, prick, spic or faggot that’s gonna get my country cracker ass to the Super Bowl, I’ll tell ya
that, little Bearcat,” said Shockme.
“How does that make you feel?” asked Bear.
“Like a hick and prick,” said Shockme. “Saying
heaven in the same breath with all that.”
“How about subbing the word human for the lot
of them and repeating. You know the drill,” said
Bear. “Come on, Shockme, I know you’re capable ... let’s do it for our country!”
“I’ll sure as heaven fuckin’ dream with any human
that’s gonna get my country cracker ass to the Super Bowl, I’ll tell ya that, little Bearcat,” said
Shockme. "I’ll do dreamtime with anybody that’s gonna get me some more rings!"
“Love you,”
said Bear.
“Love you, too,” said a voice lost in the chaos
on the other side.
“Who else needs schooling?” laughed Bear.
“Cocky little nigga, ain’t you?” said a
black voice into Yeager’s cell.
“Oh, hey, Reggie,” said Bear. “Hey, when
you got skillz, you got skillz.”
“Just watch ya back,” said Reggie. “Every
Rocky gets clocked.”
