When the alarm went off on Monday morning at 4:45, C.A. Chess awoke with a hangover. This isn't how he imagined his first practice in the NSFL, but when a few of the veterans on the Outlaws asked him to go grab a few drinks he simply couldn't say no. One piece of the NSFL puzzle that has absolutely shocked Chess is the welcoming environment of the Arizona locker room, and the top notch amenities the team offers their players to ensure they are always fully trained and ready to take on the day.
But today, today was the first practice. And Chess shrugged off the hangover headache and hit the field, he arrived five minutes early. Other rookies warned him about the hazing process he may go through, but like most stupid things the Outlaws simply had no place for archaic hazing within their organization. Chess was welcomed with open arms into the fold, and hit the practice field showing remarkably little signs of the injury that caused him to drop from a projected top 15 pick to number 32. While outsiders in the media and other rookie wideouts have been taking their shots at Chester Albert Chess, he remains stoically focused on his training regimen implemented by his GM. "Though it has become sort of a cliche I suppose, I really do like what Joel Embiid says about trusting the process. I realize that I'm joining the world champs and I'm but a rookie so I'm going to listen to what they have to say so I'm 100% ready on Week 1. I am so god damn amped about joining the Outlaws I could run through a fucking wall right now." Luckily for the potty-mouthed Chess he has signed his first contract, and will have money to pay the fines associated with his rampant profanity.
As the sun rises in the dry Southwest you can hear the rookie from Flint shout to one of the ball boys "Jesus Fucking Christ we don't get heat like this in Mid-Michigan. I can feel my god damn balls sticking to my jeans, brother. Shit their getting stuck in my bung a little bit, man I'm gonna need to get used to this."
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But today, today was the first practice. And Chess shrugged off the hangover headache and hit the field, he arrived five minutes early. Other rookies warned him about the hazing process he may go through, but like most stupid things the Outlaws simply had no place for archaic hazing within their organization. Chess was welcomed with open arms into the fold, and hit the practice field showing remarkably little signs of the injury that caused him to drop from a projected top 15 pick to number 32. While outsiders in the media and other rookie wideouts have been taking their shots at Chester Albert Chess, he remains stoically focused on his training regimen implemented by his GM. "Though it has become sort of a cliche I suppose, I really do like what Joel Embiid says about trusting the process. I realize that I'm joining the world champs and I'm but a rookie so I'm going to listen to what they have to say so I'm 100% ready on Week 1. I am so god damn amped about joining the Outlaws I could run through a fucking wall right now." Luckily for the potty-mouthed Chess he has signed his first contract, and will have money to pay the fines associated with his rampant profanity.
As the sun rises in the dry Southwest you can hear the rookie from Flint shout to one of the ball boys "Jesus Fucking Christ we don't get heat like this in Mid-Michigan. I can feel my god damn balls sticking to my jeans, brother. Shit their getting stuck in my bung a little bit, man I'm gonna need to get used to this."
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