The Walk On (The Triple Threat, 1) By John Feinstein

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THE WALK ON

THE TRIPLE THREAT BOOK 1

JOHN FEINSTEIN

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1Twelve is taken. Make the team and then you can worry about a number. But you arent going to get twelve.

Alex Myers was standing in front of the equipment cage in the locker room at Chester Heights High School. School didnt open for another week, but football season began on the last Friday in August, so tryouts and practice started early. Alex had two days to show the coaches that a fresh-man should be practicing with the varsity.

The school had more than two thousand students, so it also had a junior varsity team. But the JV team only played four games and didnt start practice until mid- September. Alex wanted no part of that. Plus, he knew he was good enough to play for the varsity. In fact, his plan was to start for the varsity.

His plan, however, was not going well.


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As instructed, he had reported to the equipment cage at nine oclock to be issued a jersey, uniform pants, pads, and a helmet. All of these were on loan for the two days of try-outs. Players were told to bring their own cleats. There were about a dozen kids in line in front of the cage when Alex ar-rived. Most of the other kids knew one another, so they were talking while they waited. No one seemed to even notice he was there, except for the tall, gangly African American kid standing right behind him.

You look like youre new too, he said, putting his hand out. Im Jonas Ellington.

Alex Myers, Alex said, grateful that he wasnt actually invisible. Yeah, I am new. Where are you from?

New York. My dad got a job down here in January. My mom, sisters, and I moved at the start of the summer. What about you?

Boston. I just got here last week with my mom and sis-ter. . . . My parents are getting a divorce. My mom has family in Philly, so she decided she wanted to be close to them. Id rather be back in Boston, close to my friends. But I didnt get a vote.

Jonas shook his head. Dude, Im sorry about that. I have friends whose parents have split and I know its rough. Do you know anybody down here?

You, Alex said, and they both laughed. And my cous-ins, but theyre six and four.

Well, you got me, Jonas said. What position you play?Quarterback, Alex said. I can play DB too, but at a

school this big I doubt too many guys play both ways.Jonas made a face. You might want to think about hon-


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ing those DB skills. The starting quarterback is the coachs son. Unless he gets hurt, no one is taking a snap but him.

Hearing this bit of news, Alex felt something turn in his stomach. He decided to change the subject at least for the moment.

Let me guess, he said. Youre a wideout. Jonas was about six two and probably didnt weigh much more than 150 or 160. If he played anyplace else, he was likely to get broken in half.

You got it, Jonas said. I can play corner too if they want because Im fast. But Im thinking youll be throwing to me a lot the next couple days.

Works for me, Alex said as they reached the front of the line. That was when he made the mistake of asking for number 12. He was handed a jersey with 23 on it and started to turn back to point out that wasnt a quarterbacks number. But when he saw the glare on the old equipment mans face, he thought better of it.

In case youre wondering, Jonas said as he accepted his gear from the man in the cage, the guy who wears twelve is

Alex put his hand up. You dont even have to tell me, he said. The starting quarterback.

A few minutes later, Alex found out the quarterbacks name or at least his last name: Gordon. When the fifty or so kids who had shown up for the tryouts jogged from the locker room to the practice field, they were greeted by a half dozen coaches, one of whom was clearly in charge.


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Everyone take a knee, the coach- in- charge said.Alex put his helmet on the ground in front of him and

leaned one hand on it, noticing that everyone else did the same. Jonas was right next to him.

Im Coach Gordon, the coach- in- charge said. Ive been the varsity coach here at Chester Heights for fourteen years. And this is Coach Merton. He turned to an older, shorter man whose face seemed stuck in a permanent scowl. Coach Merton is our junior varsity coach. A few of you will make the varsity, but most of you will end up playing for Coach Merton.

We have forty- one varsity players returning from last season. They will all be here starting Thursday. This is your chance to show us that you deserve to play with the big boys this season.

After we watch you play and drill the next two days, well post two lists in the locker room on Wednesday. The first list will be those who make varsity. My guess is were talk-ing no more than five of you. We played in the state semi-finals last season and we have fourteen starters back from that team so we already have a rock- solid group.

The second list will be players guaranteed a spot on the JV. If you are on that list, youll report for the first JV practice on September. . . . He paused and turned to the scowling coach. Remind me what day it is, Coach Merton?

September fourteenth. The first JV game is September twenty- fourth.

Right, Coach Gordon said. If you are not on the second list and you want to take another crack at making the JV, Coach Merton will have another tryout once school starts.


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Everyone with me?They all sort of nodded, which apparently wasnt good

enough.First lesson of Chester Heights football, boys, the coach

said. When I ask a question, there are two answers: Yes sir or No sir. If the answer is No sir, you stand up and tell me why the answer is no or if you dont understand something, ask me to explain it. That goes for every coach on this field too. Everyone understand?

This time they all shouted back. Yes sir!Alex glanced at Jonas, who shook his head just a tiny bit

and was clearly thinking the same thing: were these tryouts for the football team or the Marines?

A few minutes later, after they had been led through a se-ries of stretching exercises by a strength coach whose name Alex didnt hear, they were told to report to their position coaches.

You may think youre a two- way player, but chances are you wont be and definitely not for the next two days, Coach Gordon said. Decide what you think your best posi-tion is and report to that coach as I introduce him.

When he introduced Coach Hillier, he said that quarter-backs and wide receivers should report to him under the south goalpost. Alex was relieved when Coach Hillier started walking.

Did you have any clue which way was south? Jonas said softly as they and about a dozen others followed Hillier.

Alex grinned. It was good to not be the only new kid. I


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figured it was the way the coach was walking, he answered, and they both laughed quietly.

Once they were all assembled, Coach Hillier, who looked to be the youngest coach on the field, surprised Alex by not telling them all to take a knee. When he spoke, his voice was much less of a bark than that of either Coach Gordon or the strength coach.

Okay, fellas, lets start by getting to know each other a little bit. Im Tom Hillier, and in real life I teach English literature and I also help out with the weekly student news-paper. I probably wont be able to memorize all your names in the next couple days, but Ill give it a shot. So lets go around the circle here and each of you can tell us your name and what position you intend to play.

There were fifteen of them in all: ten who said they were receivers, four who said they were quarterbacks, and one who introduced himself by saying, Im Tellus Jefferson and Im a pretty good quarterback. But I know Im not taking playing time from Matthew Gordon Junior, so Ill catch passes from him if that will get me on the field.

It was the first time Alex heard the star quarterbacks name. Matthew Gordon. Senior was the coach. Junior was the quarterback. And Alex was the new kid in town, with exactly one friend.

The good news was that his one friend could clearly play.Coach Hillier had each quarterback throw eleven passes

apiece one to each receiver, since Tellus Jefferson opted to


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catch rather than throw. First he had the receivers run simple down- and- in routes of no more than ten yards. Then there were out patterns to the sidelines comeback routes where they ran straight downfield for about fifteen yards, stopped, and then came back toward the quarterback.

These throws were easy for Alex. Coach Hillier had told the four QBs to not put everything they had on their passes he wanted them to get their arms loose before they threw anything with real zip. For a few minutes, Alex forgot about the snarling equipment man and the drill- sergeant coach and lost himself in the pleasure of throwing the football.

He could still remember the first time hed talked his fa-ther into playing catch with him with a baseball. He was six. His dad had stood a few yards away and said, Okay, son, show me what youve got.

Alex had unleashed a hard peg that his dad caught, but he staggered backward a little as it hit his glove. Alex could still see the surprised look on his face. His dad moved back and Alex whipped the ball to him again. By the time they found a comfortable spot, Alexs dad was at least twice as far away as he had been starting out. He could still hear his father tell-ing his mom, Linda, I think we may have an athlete on our hands. Your sons got a gun on him.

He could also still see his mother putting her hands on her hips and saying, A gun? I thought you were playing catch.

An arm, Linda, an arm. Alex has an amazing arm.Those were happier days, before his dad stopped coming

home for dinner every night because he didnt want to fight


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traffic from downtown Boston to Billerica during rush hour. It was also before his parents started arguing about how much his dad was working and how little time he seemed to have for his family.

Not focusing on what he was doing, Alex put a little more on his next throw than he needed to and he could see the receiver shaking his hands in pain after he had dropped the ball.

Easy, Alex, Coach Hillier said softly. No need to show off just yet.

Throwing had always been easy for Alex, whether it was a baseball, a football, or even a basketball. Now, with Coach Hillier feeding him one ball after another, he felt completely comfortable and he knew, even not putting that much into it, that he was throwing the ball harder and more accurately than the other three quarterback hopefuls.

He could also tell that Jonas was the best of the receivers. His cuts were sharper, his long legs covered the ground eas-ily, and the ball seemed to disappear into his hands when he caught it. When one of the other quarterbacks threw a ball high and wide on a stop- and- go pattern, Jonas simply reached above his head with his left hand, gathered the ball into his body, and made a virtually impossible catch look easy.

Nice catch, Jonas! Coach Hillier shouted.The coach was catching on to the names quickly. At least,

Alex hoped, the ones that mattered.After they had gone through several rounds, Coach Hill-

ier said, Okay, QBs, I only want you to make three throws the next round except for you, Winston. He turned to the smallest of the four quarterbacks, whod struggled to make


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the simplest throws. You just take the last two, okay? Since weve only got eleven receivers. Winston nodded. No doubt he knew already that he would be lucky to make the JV list.

Coach Hillier told the receivers he wanted them to run straight fly patterns running straight down the field as fast as they could. When you get to the 35, check to see if the ball is in the air, he said. QBs, your target is between the 40 and the 45.

Each receiver lined up on the goal line. Luke Mattson made the first three throws. All three of his passes wobbled in the air, and the receivers had to slow up to wait for them to come down at about the 38. Jake Bilney was next. He did better. His throws were accurate, but he had to kind of hoist them in the air to get them near the 45.

Alex stepped up. He noticed that Coach Hillier had Jonas ninth in line, meaning he would be Alexs third and last re-ceiver. Alex took the toss that Coach Hillier was making to start each play sort of a standing snap then dropped back a couple steps and easily targeted the 45- yard line, the ball dropping gently into the receivers hands. Coach Hillier looked at him and just said, Nice, in a voice so soft Alex was pretty sure he was the only one who could hear it.

It was the second compliment hed given the first being to Jonas for the one- handed catch.

Alexs second throw was a copy of the first, except that the receiver dropped the ball.

Good throw, Coach Hillier said, as if to let him know that he had known the ball was where it was supposed to be.

Alex smiled as Jonas lined up to go out for his third throw.Okay if we send him a little deeper? Alex said.


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Coach Hillier smiled. Sure. He turned to Jonas. Dont look back until you get to the 45. Turning back to Alex, he said, That far enough for you, ace?

Alex didnt know if the ace reference was sarcastic or not, so he just nodded.

Jonas sprinted downfield as Alex took his three- step drop. When Jonas crossed the 40, Alex stepped up and released the ball. It left his hand in a tight spiral just as Jonas began to look over his shoulder for it. He ran under it and gathered it in as if the ball had been dangling at midfield, waiting for him.

Alex turned toward Coach Hillier, who had his arms crossed and was clearly trying to suppress a smile.

How far you think you can throw it? he asked.About sixty, Alex said. Maybe sixty- five if I had to.Coach Hillier raised an eyebrow just as a sharp whistle

blew from midfield. The position drills were over.After the lists are posted on Wednesday, he said, come

see me. We need to talk.


2The rest of the morning was pretty routine. Everyone ran the forty- yard dash twice. Alex was easily the fastest quarter-back and the fourth fastest overall, behind one of the run-ning backs, one of the defensive backs, and Jonas who blew every one away by running 4.53 twice. That time was fast for a college wide receiver, much less a high school fresh-man. Alex could tell by the way the coaches looked at their watches that they were impressed.

He was too. He had run 4.79, which he knew was a good time for a quarterback, but it didnt seem to draw much at-tention. Which was fine his legs werent his strength, his arm was.

After about ninety minutes, Coach Gordon called them all together again. Well do a little hitting tomorrow, he said. And well scrimmage some, now that we have an idea of what you guys can do. See you same time tomorrow. He


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paused. Dont be late thats one way to guarantee you dont make either list.

Clearly, the Marines frowned on tardiness.In the locker room, Jake Bilney, whom Alex had judged to

be the second best of the quarterbacks, introduced himself.Youre obviously new here, Jake said after offering a

handshake. Whered you come from?Boston, Alex said. Just got to town a couple days ago.Jake smiled and looked around the room. Well, let me

be the first to welcome you, he said. But I gotta warn you, I might be the last.

What do you mean? Alex said, a little bit puzzled.Jake looked around the room again, then lowered his

voice. He was leaning against a locker in a casual pose, but when he spoke his tone was anything but casual.

Has anyone told you about Matt Gordon?You mean Matthew Gordon Junior?Jake smiled. Yeah, he goes by Matt because he hates being

called Junior and everyone calls his dad Matthew.Jonas, who had just come out of the shower with a towel

wrapped around his waist, couldnt resist jumping in. I thought his first name was Coach.

Jake turned at the sound of his voice. Youre the fast guy. What was your forty time, like four flat or something?

Four- five- three, Jonas said. Im Jonas Ellington.Youre new too, right?Uh- huh. From New York, Jonas answered.Jake nodded. Other kids were buzzing past them, but no

one seemed to be paying any attention.


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Around here, his first name is Coach. But in the news-papers and on the Internet his full name is Coach Matthew Gordon. Or, more often, Renowned Coach Matthew Gor-don.

Not a fan? Alex said.Actually, I am, Jake said. Hes a very good coach.

Check his record. Two state titles; the semis last year with a very young team. A lot of people think hell coach a col-lege team sometime soon. He just turned forty last season I remember because there was a big party for him. Matt and I are friends, so I got to go. I havent ever really played for him because I was on JV last season, but Ive spent a lot of time at his house. Hes tough, but he knows football.

So you played JV last year? Alex said.Last two years, Jake said. And I figured Id be Matt Gor-

dons backup this year because the two guys behind him both graduated. Then you showed up.

Alex tried to hide his smile. Just as he had sized up the other quarterbacks, clearly Jake Bilney had sized him up.

Well, I dont know about that he started to say before Jake cut him off.

Come on, Myers, I could see it on your first throw. What was that baseball movie? The Natural? Thats you. Coach Hillier saw it too. But theres no way Matt Gordons not play-ing. The offense is set up for him and hes very good.

Better than Alex? Jonas asked.Jake shook his head. Cant throw like him, he said.

Im not sure Ive seen anyone in this league who throws like that. But Coach runs that read- option offense that Robert


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Griffin the Third made famous. Matts not as fast as RGIII, but hes fast enough and hes very strong. Plus, he throws it okay when he has to.

He paused. Although he did throw two interceptions in the state semis when we got behind. He smiled. Of course, Coach blamed the receivers said they didnt run their routes right. The fact that they were seniors and he never had to see them again may have had something to do with that.

So youre saying I wont get a fair chance to start, no matter what I do? Alex said, abandoning any pretense of modesty.

No, Im not saying that, Jake answered. Im saying that in this offense, Matts a better quarterback than you are. Hes also the leader of this team. Youll find that out.

He paused. So Im saying that you can start at another position. But not at quarterback.

Alex was tempted to call his dad for advice because hed al-ways been the one to understand any sports- related problem. His mom had no interest in sports, even though both her children were athletes and loved going to games. She oc-casionally went with the rest of the family on excursions to Fenway Park and the TD Garden and to Boston College for both football and basketball games, but she rarely paid much attention.

Alexs sister, Molly, who was two years younger, was ac-tually more passionate about the local teams than Alex if that was possible and she was the one who kept bugging


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their dad to take them to a Patriots game. His answer was al-ways the same: Lifes too short. Its not worth the effort get-ting in there or getting out. Weve got a great view on TV.

Dave Myers didnt seem to mind paying twenty- five dol-lars to park his car at Fenway but then the Red Sox were his first love. Alex was a Celtics- first guy: he loved watching Rajon Rondo when he wasnt hurt. Then came the Patriots: he aspired to be Tom Brady in every possible way.

Both Alex and Molly had bonded with their dad through sports. He had never been a pushy jock dad, even though both kids had shown potential at a young age. Molly was fast and tall already nearly five seven at age twelve. She was a star soccer player and a good tennis player but perhaps had the most potential in track. Alex, who had shot up to six one at the end of eighth grade, was more into the team sports: football, basketball, and baseball. When he was younger, he and his dad had played golf together, and walking the course had always been a good time to talk. But that had happened less and less as their dad grew more absent from home.

Now Alex wondered if he should call his dad and fill him in on what was going on at his new school. He finally de-cided against it because he really didnt know what was going on. There was no sense making a big deal out of something that might not be a big deal.

The second day of tryouts was very different from the first. There were no speeches and no introductions and it was apparent that the coaches had established a pecking order among the players based on what they had seen the first day.


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When the coaches had the players spend the last forty- five minutes of the morning scrimmaging, Alex and Jake Bilney took most of the snaps at quarterback. Every once in a while the other QBs got in for a play or two, but it was almost always to call a running play. Alex thought that Jake was a better runner than he was a passer. He seemed to make solid decisions about when to keep the ball or pitch, a sign of both smarts and the experience he had gotten from running the JV offense. But his throwing wasnt nearly as good.

Needless to say, the offensive sets were very basic, but Coach Hillier spent a few minutes with Jake and Alex, giv-ing them a couple of read- option calls. That meant it was their decision after taking the snap to run, pitch to a back, or drop back to throw. On one play, Alex saw some daylight to the right as he took the snap. He thought he might run through the hole, but when he noticed that one of his line-men had whiffed on his block, he quickly changed direction, dropped back, and found Jonas wide open behind the entire defense. Alex was standing there admiring his work when he heard a whistle blow.

Coach Hillier, whats this young mans name again? Coach Gordon said, walking toward Alex.

Alex Myers, Coach Hillier said.Myers, once you commit to a play, you follow through on

it, do you understand? Coach Gordon said. If your blockers dont know what youre doing, they can get caught downfield and we end up getting penalized!

But, Coach, none of them were across the line when I dropped back


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Coach Gordon held up a hand and looked not at him but at Coach Hillier.

Coach, I expect you to make it clear to this young man that at Chester Heights no one argues with the coaches.

Yes sir, Hillier said quietly, making it clear that even the coaches at Chester Heights didnt argue with the coach.

Alex was baffled. He had made a perfect play and been yelled at for it. And then, his position coach had been yelled at for something he not the coach had said.

Alex managed to get through the rest of the scrimmage without making any more good plays that got him in trouble. Everyone was exhausted by the time Coach Gordon and his omnipresent whistle brought them back to midfield.

I want to thank all of you for putting in the work you did the last two days, he said. Most of you he paused, and Alex could feel his eyes searching him out came in here with a great attitude. Cut lists will be posted at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

He turned and started walking in the direction of the locker room. Alex looked for Coach Hillier, but he was fol-lowing Coach Gordon. Alex stayed where he was, on one knee, staring after them while everyone else got to their feet, eager to get out of the August heat and into a shower.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Jonas.Dont sweat it, man. Hes just one of those coaches who

wants everyone to know how tough he is, Jonas said.Yeah, but what if he cuts me to show how tough he is?Jonas laughed. Are you kidding? You are far and away the

best player out here it wasnt even close.Youre just as good if not better.


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Jonas shook his head. Im good, I know Im good, but you, my man, are a star.

Cant be a star if you arent on the team, Alex said. And you certainly cant be a star if youre the last guy the coach wants to see starting.

You mean because his son is the starting quarterback?Alex stood up. What do you think?I think youre a little bit paranoid, he said. But only a

little bit.


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Summary: After moving to a new town his freshman year in high school, Alex Myers is happy to win a spot on the varsity team as a quarterback but must deal with the idea of not playing for two years since the first- string quarterback

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