Talent Outside the Pocket: An NCAA 10 QB Story

[shinderhizzle84]

hello everyone. I usually hang out over at the hockey forums, but just picked up a copy of NCAA Football 10 today, and am loving it. Keep in mind that I haven't played the series since NCAA Football 2004, though, so I could just be slightly misguided. Anyways, BAP's, RTTS's, superstars....there all "My thing", so I figured I'd try and make one over here, on the football forums.

Please bare with me, though. My football knowledge is seriously lacking in some parts, and I haven't followed college football since Reggie Bush and Matt Leinart got drafted. In case you haven't noticed from that sentence, I was a borderline USC fan...meaning that I followed them every now and then. But I love the atmosphere for collegiate football ten times more than the NFL, and with all of those whiney *** NFL superstars asking for more money, passes, media attention, or cocaine (whatever), college football really shines out and makes us all remember that it's just a game--and we're supposed to have FUN with it.

Also, I'll be going to university next year, which I'm very nervous about, so I figured it's only fitting for me to write this :P

I'll whisk out the first post as quickly as possible. This will be heavily written-based, so I've got to write up the first story chapter, and then things will get going.

I hope you all enjoy my player's wild ride through whichever university he chooses (or whichever university chooses him, haha).

[sikolec]

Sounds good. Where ya off to? Congrats on getting into a univ!

[kobe360x]

i'll be following just to let you know

[bluejacketsfan]

Great just great, werever i go Shnder follows. GOD

jk ill be following this givin your incredible stories.

[shinderhizzle84]

Irvington, NY. Home of roughly 6,000 people. 88.66% of this population is Caucasion, while 1.45% is African American, and 6.95% Asian.

Nestled between the hills overlooking the scenic, and murky Hudson River, it's small town feel emanates gallantly from the lights hanging over the old and rickety Tappan Zee Bridge.

Roughly a 30 minute drive to the one and only New York City, and a good 5 minute drive to the somewhat well-known Sleepy Hollow, home to the fearsome, blood-curdling tale that is the Legend of the Sleepy Hollow Headless Horseman.

Home to some of the best pizza that can be found in silent Westchester County, as well as one of the most intellectual, highly regarded and acclaimed high schools in the state, as well as the nation.

And a boy. Standing miles away from his home is Gary Pickarts. And he stands, utterly alone, in the cold, howling wind, merely lying on the sacred ground beneath him, through biting winter frost and deathly winter chill.

Gary, a mere 17, is the protagonist of our story. The "hero", if you will.

And his life is about to change forever.

He is merely days away from his final days at Irvington High School.

The boy, at a good 6-feet, 180 lbs, stands up, suddenly, walking over the 10 yard line marker, which is hidden, and barely visible through the thick foam of snow dusting the football field on which he lay.

Thoughts were racing through his mind. Would this be his last time putting a football helmet?

He smirked slightly, as he raised the green and white Revolution mask to his face, staring it right in the eye-hole.

And as if he was looking into the eye of time, he remembered the time he had placed on the helmet for the first time.

There stood little Gary Pickarts, a mere kindergartner, eyeing the playing field nervously.

"Go on, son" his father had said gingerly, giving Gary a small shove, and a slight wave of dismissal.

Gary had had little practice throwing a football, yet here his coach--his father--had all but demanded the youngster take his place in the pocket.

"Just do it like we said," his father said warmly.

Little Gary gave a stiff, terse nod before placing the helmet on.

And all of a sudden, the presence of his current life whooshed back to him so quickly that teenage Gary was almost taken aback, being knocked down on all fours.

But maybe that had just been the wind.

What ended up happening that game, anyways? Gary wondered to himself as he made his way off the field, towards his old, beat up used chevrolet.

A catch, a scramble, and a championship.

Oh yeah, He thought, slamming the door shut on his car.

He had thrown the winning touchdown, and forevermore, Gary Pickarts was not known as "little gary", but as the talent who made his name outside the pocket.

And this is his story.

[bluejacketsfan]

great update. looking forward to this

[shinderhizzle84]

Quote: Originally Posted by sikolec

Sounds good. Where ya off to? Congrats on getting into a univ!

thanks man. I'll be off to NYU towards the end of August. Believe it or not, I'll be going there majoring in "Dramatic writing", which is just a specific form of creative writing that is heavily focused on either drama or comedy.

I'm hoping to impress the teachers there with my incredible wits, smarts, and uncanny knack for making creative, fluent jokes. Although with the way I've been writing BAPs so far on OS, you wouldn't be able to tell that

I hope you, and everyone else, enjoys following this man's career.

[shinderhizzle84]

also, just out of curiosity, i'm in the Create a player menu right now, and I'm trying to figure out which "tendency" to put down. I want him to be a speedy guy...kind of like a less whiney vince young or michael vick.

Should I put "option", or what? I don't see the choice of "scrambler", unfortunately...