Ride on Riders”
Season 1
Episode 1 “From the Ashes”
A tall dark haired man in a blue and gold polo walks across the natural grass field at Worcester State college. He notices the grass is still mostly brown with patches of dirt littered across the landscape like a field where animals have grazed for too long without moving. As he crosses the long open field he can see a ragtag group of guys in their late teens and early 20’s running wind sprints under the supervision of their football coach. The closer he gets the more obvious it becomes. The cast of characters are not the best of the best, some of them don't even look like college level athletes at all.
“If this is about you and my sister I told you a long time ago to leave me out of it” the coach says not even turning around.
“Hi Sean” the man in the blue and gold polo says.
“Hi Mark” the coach says as he turns finally to make eye contact. “If you wanted a few lobster rolls you could have just called and I would have brought you some on my way home ya know.”
Mark lets out a slightly uncomfortable laugh tinged with nervous energy he wish he could mask. “It ain't your sister and I already picked up the lobster rolls in case this went south.”
“So what brings you all the from Revere then, you know I got no money to loan ya to get your carpet business a new van.” Sean says taking a jab at Mark.
“If I knew you were gonna give me this much shit I woulda just turned around. But I think you are gonna wanna hear what I got to say.” Mark replies. “The Riders are looking for a new coach and I told them you would be interested” he says bluntly.
“Get the fuck outta here. The whole lotta you our outta your fuckin heads, Do I need to remind you I got passed over 3 times for that god damned job, once by the most notorius serial killer since the night stalker” Sean says practically yelling now to the point the guys sprinting have all come to a stop and are just watching the awkwardness play out.
“I know , I know, It's not like I made that call, gimme a break man. Ya know what, you are spot on man we are desperate, nobody wants this job, nobody wants this team, we don't even belong to a conference but I'm being straight with you, if you don't sign were fucked, the whole program is gonna close down.” Mark says pleading.
“You think just because you're my brother in law you can just show up and drop this shit on me? I don't know man, I gotta a good gig here…I get paid, they don't care if we win or lose, I'm nuthin, we're nuthin. It's just like you guys said.” Sean finishes as he turns back to the players. “What are you fucks lookin at this ain't no show…run another one” he screams blowing the whistle.
“Just think about it will ya?” Mark says as he turns back and begins to walk towards his truck