Re: Minicamp day 3 last day 'voluntaries'
Kane grunted, a smile spreading across his face barely seen in the shadows of his helmet. He slapped Adam on the shoulders, rather roughly, as a sign of appreciation. As others joined him, it gave Kane encouragement and helped ease the pain of the sprints and combat the nauseau bubbling in his stomach. Though the others could easily outpace him, Kane didn't give up, always arriving to join the others in front of him and lower his body down into the stance.
It was still a pretty hellish ordeal for the hungover giant, but he was feeling pretty good in spite of his pounding head at the end of it. The group had steadily grown and Kane began to feel that, despite all the odds against them, this little team of theirs might actually be able to do something this year. You could teach or learn a lot of things on the field, but teamwork wasn't one of them. It either came natural, or not at all.
Kane was bent over, hands on knees, gasping for breath as he completed the last of the sprints. His jersey was soaked through. He wrenched off his helmet, his mop of hair sprouting around his head in a wild mess of an afro. Kane turned and spit to one side, then straightened up. Sweat poured down his face and he felt like he might either pass out or throw up at any moment, but he still smiled at Coach Lewis.
"Yeah, you'll get the money. I even throw in a little extra tip for ya, Coach!
Kane followed the rest of the group back to the locker room. Some laughed and slapped Kane's large stomach, asking the big man if he was sure he wasn't having a heart attack or wouldn't feel better if they just took him direct to the hospital. Kane gave back as good as he took, his normal jovial good manner breaking like sun from behind clouds. He punched a few of the faster guys, mostly the WRs and Mik, that had run with him, in the air, stating that he had simply let them win so as not to damage their fragile egos. He knew what a bunch of prima donnas WRs and RBs could be, he stated loudly to anyone who would listen, a smile plastered across his face.
<To Locker Room>