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The Bracket: A March Madness Story
(nc, M+/F, interr)
"Coach Dzieduszycki, your thoughts on the game?"
"Aw shucks, credit to our opponent. They were tough and matched up with us really well. Gosh, we could have used some breaks to go our way."
"B-but Coach, your team won 121 to 53, you're saying your team was lucky??"
"Just sayin' is that Jesus looked after us tonight. I gotta go and review the tape, thank you!"
"Okay, well there you have it! Number one seed Puque University has advanced to the finals for the third consecutive year!"
Up in the luxury suite, Aldus McMurtry lazed in his plush leather seat. Stubbing out the last of his victory cigar, he tapped his fingers together, strategizing his next step towards destiny. With one more victory in the finals, he will have presided over the most winningest stretch of success at this esteemed university.
Sure, he may have sold his soul to get here, he surmised. Every one of his dealings contradicted the strong traditional upbringing of his youth. At least that seemed to form the facade of his principled image. Who could ever look at old Aldus and think things were not on the up and up.
Plus, in this day and age, no one was morally outraged at scandals anymore.
All that mattered was success, and that was what Aldus brought to the program. Anybody raising their eyebrows at his methods would eventually look away. He scanned the room and looked at all the smiling faces. The provosts, VIPs, and deans approved. The brand was revered, that's all that mattered. Sports mattered.
There was nothing else.
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One week later...
When he arrived at the hotel, he paused to luxuriate in everything. The school spared no expense in accommodations. This old downtown high-rise had never lost it's ambient old world charm, despite the updated contemporary rooms. The marble floors still shined like they were installed yesterday.
He smiled at the pretty young clerk at the check-in desk.
"Checking in?"
"Why yes!"
"I have your keys already Mr. McMurtry, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I also need the key to the presidential suite, ummm... Amanda." It was a great excuse to stare at her nametag, while checking out the enticing bustline underneath that jacket.
Aldus' mind raced at those words. "What else I can do for you." He saw her nametag stated she was a trainee. He'd love to "train" her, so to speak. The thought lit up his eyes, his perverse smile masked by gentlemanly southern charm he'd practiced over the years.
She quickly coded another key, presenting it with both dainty hands to this VIP guest.
"Thank you, Amanda!"
As Aldus walked away, Amanda silently shook her head, beaming. She just started here, and already got to check in a team and VIP guest. She couldn't believe the slight blushing just from the simple transaction with this stately gentleman. She texted her boyfriend. He wouldn't believe who she's been checking in today.
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The elevators took forever in this old building. He frowned when it stopped on the 2nd floor. The doors slid open.
And his spirits immediately brightened.
The logo on the tank top was unmistakable. She was obviously here for the finals tomorrow night. Aldus was already in the rear of the cab, so she stepped in and turned towards the door.
She knew who he was, but couldn't muster a word. She wished she wasn't so sweaty and disheveled looking after working hard at the gym. The great Aldus McMurtry. He was almost larger than life on campus... the nation even, as the famed athletic director of the university. The team was a great source of pride. All the games, watch parties, and camping for tickets... it was all encompassing of Puque life. It was even exciting just to merely make eye contact with the famous players in class.
As the elevator resumed it's journey, he pretended to stare at his phone. But instead, discreetly took photos. The tight short shorts were standard issue of their sororities. And man, he could imagine those lean toned legs wrapped around his waist. Or pinned next to her ears!
He snuck a peak at the reflections on the door. Her lovely rack deformed the logo nicely. What a gorgeous representative of the student body! Aldus wondered what it would take. Surely he could seduce her with courtside passes or a meet and greet with the team.
She got off on her floor first. Down the hallway she felt a twinge of dirty excitement, knowing such an eminent patriarch was checking her out the entire time.
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The ride continued on. Getting out, halfway down the corridor, Aldus could smell and hear it. The party had already started, even before he could open the door.
The booze and weed were already out. As per tradition, none of it affected their gameplay, they were that talented.
"Hope you boys are stayin' out of trouble!"
"Yo, it's Aldus!!!"
"Aldus! Aldus! Aldus!"
"What are you going to give us for this recruiting class?"
"Is it true? The tradition??"
"Okay boys, you've heard about this. And yeah, it's true! Let's get on with it."
Aldus stepped up to the blank whiteboard that Coach D normally used to scrawl out plays. With the dry erase marker, he began drawing out a bracket for 16.
"Three each, and I choose the 16th!"
The guys, known as the "Phat Five" began shouting all at the same time. All freshmen, they were the prized recruiting class that stunned the nation. Again, it was Aldus orchestrating this heist. Five out of the top eight five-star all-american 18-year-olds all on the same team. The other three opted to go professional.
"Whoa boys! I can't hear you all at the same time. Why don't we start with positions one through five in order!"
One was point guard Zaquan Foster. At 6'7" he easily overwhelmed opposing guards with wiry height. There he could easily post up but also had the freakish quickness to penetrate. He has the patience to work the inside out game and setting up backdoor plays. Natural leadership and take charge abilities gave him the indisputable assignment to initiate the offense.
Two was shooting guard Ontrel Wheeler. While not as physically gifted and only 6'3", his calling card was a motor that was non stop. As their best defensive player, he set the tone on the other end, using his extraordinary stamina to outwork and out-hustle. As a game wore on, he physically never quit until the opposition would eventually succumb to his will.
Three was small forward Talik Howell. A bruiser at 6'8", he was built like a tank and intimidated opponents with ferocious physicality. No one could successfully post on his barrel chested frame. And as such, there wasn't much finesse or nuance to his offensive game. However, if there is a clear path, look out, he'll take it strong to the hole. In fact, the only thing stopping him was his short fuse and predisposition to violence. As the designated enforcer on the team, any hard fouls or showing up against his teammates usually led to his act of brutal reprisal. How many times had his teammates needed to restrain him to prevent potential repercussions? In fact, most of Coach D's in-game responsibilities was to ensure Talik didn't pick up too many technicals, a stat in which he led all of college basketball.
Four was power forward Rakeem Gregory. At 7'2" he was the embodiment of "stretch" in stretch forward. With unnatural long limbs, he could get off a shot in unusually tight quarters leaving his opponents defenseless. But guard him too close, and he'll wind up taking it to the rack. It could lead to some unusual shot selection at times, but the results are usually spectacular.
Five was center D'Ante Singleton. Well north of 300 lbs, this 6'9" beast dominates the interior. Using his physical lower body leverage, he scores at will with powerful inside shots set up from deep penetration. Nicknamed "Easy D", don't let his slow demeanor fool you. Expect to pump up the crowds with a big rim rocking finish at any moment.
Each of them named three wishes, ranging from niceties like Porsches, gold chains, and backstage passes.
It was up to old Aldus to supply number 16, and his answer immediately got everyone's attention.
"You serious?"
"That's tight man..."
"Fuck yeah!"
"Cool cool."
"I gotta admit, I liked what I saw."
The Phat Five voted on each matchup, moving each winning "commodity" through four rounds until there was one winner. And for the first time, this group was speechless once the "winner" was declared.
"Whaa?"
LOL
"Fuck yeah!"
"Can't wait man!"
"You think you can pull this off old man?"
"I know it with all my heart. Now you boys win tomorrow, and I'll hold up my end of the deal," Aldus beamed.
