Devil's Escort the Novel (teaser)

108 degrees climbs to 109 as Paul, a man’s body stuck with the brain of an adolescent, looks up at a digital thermometer on a huge blue scoreboard. A whistle belts out three loud chirps. “Alright stop for a fifteen second break!” Paul , the most muscular male puts his hands on his head and takes a controlled deep breathe. Loud Chirping whistles echo on top of grunting and exhausted moans. Players encourage other teammates to run harder. Short, rigid and hairy Coach Bennet blows his whistle. “Sprint!” Spit flies out his mouth as he bites down on the whistle. “Move your asses or everyone is getting two more laps. We’re not done yet.” Bennet’s Face glows bright red and blood vessels swell on his throat. “I want to see you trying.” Players drag their feet and attempted to stay focused heat waves ripple like spilt gas over the stadiums turf field. “Oh, ya! Ruff, ruff.” Snarling at the teams slowest runner is Coach Sidney. A Former Cowboy’s linebacker and it’s easy to see he’s the biggest man on the field. He’s got weird style but wears it well. A tall mohawk afro with three separate sized shiny necklaces that match his gold ear ring. As he claps his hands chest muscles bounce and stretch the pink tank top with black tiger paws on it. “Push it! Let’s go!” Sidney runs up to the fattest lineman and slaps the linemen’s slow plump sweaty ass ass . Bennet blows the whistle. “Alright everybody up on me.”

The team runs to circle up on Coach Bennet. “Take a knee.” They snap off helmets then shoulder pads and Bennet twirls a whistle around his pointer finger. He brushes down a Tom Selleck mustache resting his chin and thinking as a copper bracelet slides down his arm. The sweat and skin alchemized a visible green stain around his wrist. “All the losers and tit suckers get off my fucking field. “ The team struggles to catch wind. He points up to the thermometer. “I know it’s hot but, you can take it. Caint’ ya!” The team responds with a massive yes sir. “If you caint’ go play with each other in the shower.” He looks intense as hell. Sweat drips in his eye but does’nt blink. “If you want to play for me, bust your ass!” Don’t whine and cry. Be a man!” Coach Sidney anything to add?” “I guess we're all going hit the showers.” The team laughs. “Alright.”