Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira: Revival 1
#1 of Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira
Short stories about a character I adopted from the FBA. These excerpts from Cloricia's life will give you a view of her career, her struggles, and her life goals in the Furry Basketball Association.
Cloricia's bio: http://furrybasketball.com/wiki/index.php?title=Cloricia_Teixeira
FBA website: http://furrybasketball.com/wiki/index.php?title=Main_Page
April 5, 2015: Game, Huntsville Mayers vs Albany Alphas
We lined up from the hallway. I stood behind Wendy, who I still couldn't believe was shorter than me, and I was in front of John Green. The big goof was my best friend on the team. We did kill it back in our college team. Underwood all the way...I always find myself thinking about random things before we go out. It's hard not to when the announcer takes so long. You know when you get that itch to just at least touch a basketball. Ever since I was a little pup, all I wanted to do was basketball. There was really nothing else I was good at.
"AND NOWWWW, THE HUNTSVILLLLLLLLLLLE MAYORRRRRRRRRSSSSSSS!"
My tail waged. Finally. Didn't care if it was just shoot around, basketball is basketball. We jogged out in line and got on the court. We heard some cheers and some boos, but by now, it didn't matter to me.
We let the starters get the ball, let them shoot around a bit. I watched how Wendy played first. She is probably one of the toughest players in the league. Even still, I was her back up, so any energy she puts out there, I gotta give just as much. Maybe even more. I'll tell you this though, Stoat only missed one shot, all the ones after that barely touched the rim. All net. I want to shoot like that...one day. I need to hang with Stoat more. Maybe he's got a secret. While I was in mid-thought, I was almost crushed by our big tortuga, T-Balt, as he went for a dunk. His real name? Too long for me, but he seemed to like the name T-Balt. Even though he was a rookie, the 7 foot tortuga was no joke. I know in practice, there was no way I would drive to the kettle with him there. I can only imagine how the other team felt.
I finally got the ball. Speaking of the other team, The Alphas, I've been looking at the FBA stats and it seems like we can get the number one spot from them. Oooooh, that would feel so good, but I can't think like that now. Gotta focus. Dribble right, crossover, shot...and a miss. Too hard that time. Dribble left, crossover right, back step, shot...another miss. That's been happening a lot. It was happening all my life. I was fast, I could pass, at times even steal. But my shot failed me sometimes. Even when I was little. The little coyote girl all alone in the street, shooting at a basket held up by bricks on the base with a ball that was almost deflated. Didn't want to go home to her drunk daddy, didn't want to get bullied at school, or work, or just in general. Just wanted to ball. That's all. Dribble left, crossover right, crossover left, hop step, pump fake, fade away....swish. Look out Alphas, the Mayors have come to play. The horn rang, time to head back to the locker room. John patted my shoulder and said.
"You ready?"
I smiled and said.
"Damn straight."