Football Games tells the story of a gay professional
football player who is forced to choose between his love for his partner of 4
years and his successful NFL career. As Brenton
Freeman struggles to keep his personal life private, his partner Jason has
other desires. Jealousy raises its ugly
head and tries to drive a wedge between the two putting Brenton’s career at
risk. Will they be able to recover? Will Brenton come out of the closet? Here is an excerpt for you!
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Brenton blew his tea to
cool it and began to share about the series of arguments he and Jason had had
recently. Erica is the only person in
the world who knows that he is in a relationship with a man. Erica isn’t just his sister, but his best
friend.
“Jason
has been, sorta, uh, pressuring me…no that’s not the right word. He…”
“Just
spit it out. We’ll make it pretty in a
minute.” Erica interjected.
“Okay…Jason
is pressuring me to…to come out.” He whispered,
leaning in close.
The look on Erica’s face
told him she was just as tired of Brenton having to hide his sexuality as Jason,
but she fully understood why. With the
controversy surrounding Proposition 8 and now the Supreme Court weighing in on
its fate, the last thing Brenton wants is a spotlight shining his way.
“What
do you mean, pressuring you?”
“Well, for starters, he
wants me to come out to my teammates. He
said he feels like a ghost and not a real part of my life.”
“What? He said that!” She yelled.
The driver of a cold
black Maserati blared on his horn at a paparazzo that risked his life jumping
in front of his car to get a shot. Brenton
thought Erica couldn’t hear him because of the noise, so he repeated himself.
“I
heard you. I’m shocked that he asked…is
requiring that of you.”
“I
wouldn’t say require…”
“I would. Hell!
You know I have grown to love Jason like a brother and you know that was
no easy feat! But I support him and I support
the two of you together. But does he not
understand the implications public disclosure could have on your career?”
“Can you keep it down a
bit?” He said.
“Sorry. You know how I get.”
“I tried to explain it,
but it is hard for him to hear.
Sometimes he gets so caught up in his wants and needs.”
Erica
is so protective of her big brother; you would think she was the oldest. They were silent for a moment. Each of them contemplated the situation from
their perspective. The waiter cleared their
table and Brenton began to walk Erica to her car.
“Hey
Brenton, over here.” A cameraman yelled.
“Mr.
Freeman, how does this season look so far?”
Another asked.
Brenton ignored them
both, but when a little boy and his mother stopped directly in their path, he smiled,
bent down, said hello and gave the boy the autograph he was asking for.
“Your son is so well
mannered. May I give him something else?”
“Uh, sure.” She looked down at her son who was beaming
with delight.
“Give me one
second.” Brenton reached for his cell
phone, pressed a speed dial button and was connected to his publicist.
“What is your name?” He asked the mom.
“Martha. Martha Jackson.”
“Destiny. Can you have 4 tickets available at will-call
for Martha Jackson and family for our next home game? Okay.
Thanks.” He disconnected.
The little boy and his
mother were beside themselves with excitement.
Brenton grabbed Erica’s hand and they continued walking to her car. They sat down as cameras continued to click
and whir from a distance.
“Brenton, do not let
Jason bully you into doing something you are not comfortable with. You haven’t even come out to Mom and Dad
yet!”
“Not officially, but you
know they know. Mom has finally stopped
begging for a grandchild, so I’m sure she knows.”
“Of course they
know. You are a millionaire football
player. Why would you need a
roommate? They may be in denial, but
they are not stupid.”
“So that means, you are going to provide all of the
bio-grandkids Mom needs.” He joked,
trying to lighten the mood.
Erica
gave him an obligatory smile.
“Gay
men can have biological children, Brenton.
And you are the only one of us who actually has a man!”
He
laughed. “I know, but I don’t even know
if I want children.”
“Or
do you mean you are unsure of having children with Jason?”
That question was a punch
in the gut for Brenton. He loves Jason,
but if he were honest with himself, he was not sure he could trust Jason enough
to parent with him. He would never admit
to it though.
“Right
now, children would impede on my pseudo-bachelor lifestyle.”
They
both laughed at that.
He continued. “During season, I’m so busy. And you know how I love to travel during the
off-season.”
“Just
excuses, Brenton, but anyway…”
“My
name is not Susan?” He sang.
“Okay, those broad
shoulders, fancy feet and three 100 yard games last season might have others
fooled, but you are definitely gay!” She
said, laughing.
“Hey!
Hey! Whitney was the best singer of all
time. Everybody knows that!”
“Yeah,
but everybody doesn’t know her complete musical catalog like you do!”
Brenton
lifted his large, strong and heavily insured hands in mock surrender.