Passion on the sideline was rough, lovely, and worth it. Sometimes at least. Ke'Ann Harding was used to being in the spotlight as a professional football player. But recently his face has been all over the media for the wrong reasons. His infidelity...
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Dallas, Texas 19 days after incident
As soon as the football was handed to him, Ke'Ann was off. His frustration was helping with his adrenaline causing him to ran fast. His opponent, number 3 on the Dallas Cowboys, ran beside him. Ke'Ann extended his right hand out and kept the man away from him. Out the corner of his eye, Ke'Ann saw another Cowboy player running towards him. To avoid getting tackled, Ke'Ann ran out of bounds right into the staff members on the Cowboys.
The official blew the whistle to end the play and Ke'Ann threw the football to the ground. He was ready for the next play already. He jogged over to her teammates who were getting into a huddle.
"Let's go! Next play!" He shouted, aggressively clapping his hands. No one responded and Ke'Ann was growing impatient. He was sick of his team taking minutes to get a new play ran.
"Yo! Come on bruh! The next play! Y'all taking forever with this shit." He shouted again.
He parted from the huddle and went to the twenty-five yard line. The Cowboys defensive team already lined up and ready. His teammates finally got it together and came over, lining up as well.
"Ice! Ice!" Roger shouted their play. Ke'Ann ran to his spot and got into his position, Number 16 posted up in front of him.
"Ice! Ice! Hut!" Roger yelled and the ball was hiked.
Ke'Ann was off again with number 16 right up on him. Ke'Ann shoved him off and continued running, he looked back as he waited for Roger to see him. He was right there close to the end zone, an easy touchdown for them. The ball was released from Roger's hand and went spiraling through the air. Ke'Ann picked up his speed since it was going further than where he was. As it came down from the air, the ball landed directly in his hands just when he entered the end zone. Touchdown. The score 25 to 11.
The Saints winning.
"Fucking ass." Ke'Ann cursed at number 16, throwing the football on the ground.
"You're not good my nigga. Fuck is you talking for?" Number 16 responded.
"You mad as fuck y'all losing. Y'all ass." Ke'Ann continued with his insults. He never usually talk trash but he was livid. This seemed like the only option to let out his anger.
"Shut up."
Ke'Ann stepped to number 16, getting in his personal space. "Make me nigga." He remarked, shoving his opponent. What he was expecting was retaliation and he got just that.
Number 16 shoved him back and before things got out of hand several players from both teams ran over. The official blew his whistle, coming in between them as well. Number 16 steady cursing while Ke'Ann laughed at him. He continued laughing while he made his way to his sideline and things got funnier.
