Hmm.

Maybe I'll start my own franchise in the FBA?

Hmm... >.> You know, GMs do change hands every year...

aww I wish the best for Lance. If he's a clever rabbit, he will come to understand that big dreams have long ladders to climb and if he wants it bad enough, he'll have to work on making himself even more valuable to a prospective franchise.
Maybe Bunnymomma can help with that -_^ since she has a taste of how to make a dream come true.

*laughs* I'm sure he'd thank you for your kind offer, but he's gotta work this out for himself right now -_^

*nods* I was hoping he would have that attitude- its a healthy one =)

Poor Lance. And I was really cheering him on, too. He needs a inspirational, tough, yet flabby coach, like Padgett!

Mmm. And what would Padgett coach him on, hmmmm? ~<3

Rourkie! Hope you don't mind, but this has kinda inspired me on a side-project! This might be a cute idea, if Lance is willing to give hockey a try! But then again, he might just be for b-ball...in which case, just take this comment as fanfiction!

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It had been a melancholy morning for Lance. He stared in a daze as the milk congealed around the last few corn flakes. No bright lights, no contracts, no press conferences, and for now, not even a camp invite. Just the dull air conditioner hum of a messy room. He tried to avoid eye contact of his idol staring down from the wall. Just last night it had felt they were watching the draft...and now there he was, a million miles away, bathed in starlight

The phone rang. He let it ring, staring at the wall. Twice. Then a third time. "Damn it, I'm not in the mood for this," the bunny thought to himself, shuffling through his dresser for the cell. The number he saw was NEW! Could it be?? Could a general manager have suddenly recalled him ruefully after the post-draft champagne hangover?

"H-hello..."

"Laaaance! Oh my God dude, did you watch the draft? I was jonesin' to see your name up there..."

Lance tried to hide the disappointment in his tone. The voice was too light, too perky to mean any harm. "Uhm, nah, I was, you know, busy and stuff...w-who is this, exactly."

"OH MY GOD"

"Buh?"

"It's MEEE your doodly school buddy? We totally had lunch together that one time, some peckerbutt hyenas were pushing me around and you were all 'Hey what are you doing' and they were all "Nothin" and you were all "doesn't look like noth..."

"Oh my God, um, Padgett? I haven't seen you in...how did you get my...um..."

"Don't be SILLY. I just had to google your dad's business and tell him it was a matter of national security."

"WHAT!"

"But that is neither here or there" went on the voice, with a soft giggle, "the Pokey Cove Poltergeists put an ad in the paper for their open tryouts next week...I dunno if you're into hockey, but you're wily, and I dunno you might have a shot...they were dead last in the FHL last season!! Besides I'm trying out for Goooalie. OMG you gotta come visit me here for tryouts....and...hold on this girl wants her phone back...lady...anyway...rude...I gotta..."

The phone went dead with a muffled click. Lance sat in a daze for a minute. Padgett the fat pot head playing a SPORT? Well, he did love the Pokey Cove beaches, and hell, it would at least be funny watching the dopey, spoiled classmate flopping all over the ice...

He thought about seeing Padgett in the lockerroom, half-naked... then shook his head. That thought would have to wait. He shrugged and thought "Why not...?" At the very least he'd see his... er... friend again, and visit - it might take his mind off of things...

(*Grins* We can take this off board if you want? It'd be fun to play out = 3)

I would love to have him on my team, you never know...he could take the Alphas to the Championship.

Lance: Heh, r-really? o.o W-wow, thanks! I won't let you down!

(I have his stats for highschool if you need them, we'll talk off-board, as it were.)