The Big House on the Prairie.

[Caesar]

The Book Report
Total 43 Rec, 640 Yds, 4 TD Allowed
Average 3 Rec, 53.3, 0.3 TD per game

Bro trying to plead his case that he aint get cooked in some of these games lol

[Captain Canada]

5 interceptions on the year ain't too bad

[redsox907]

Book played well - OK State still sucks.

time to giddy up Cowboy

[Chillcavern]

Great performance to end the season in that one! 5 picks ain’t bad (actually pretty damn good) for the first season.

Shame to just barely miss out on bowl eligibility there though

[djp73]

Solid freshman season

[The JZA]

One death penalty & two maxes. You're the nicest warden in the country. Lil' too nice.

[Soapy]

The Book Report
Total 43 Rec, 640 Yds, 4 TD Allowed
Average 3 Rec, 53.3, 0.3 TD per game

Bro trying to plead his case that he aint get cooked in some of these games lol

just posting my dawgs end of season stats lmao

5 interceptions on the year ain't too bad

Book played well - OK State still sucks.

time to giddy up Cowboy

Great performance to end the season in that one! 5 picks ain’t bad (actually pretty damn good) for the first season.

Shame to just barely miss out on bowl eligibility there though

Solid freshman season

One death penalty & two maxes. You're the nicest warden in the country. Lil' too nice.

All in all, a good season, especially with this being Book's first year after a long hiatus. As far as team success, they lost. Not me.

[djp73]

aint no we either

[Soapy]

The Big House on the Prairie
Chapter Seven :: Nomad, Part Four

That split second when you realize you’ve blown coverage—turning your head just in time to see the receiver gearing up to catch the ball—might be the worst feeling in football.

Outside of quarterback, cornerback might be the toughest job in the sport, maybe in all of sports. You’re isolated, stranded on an island with nothing but your feet and instincts, backpedaling while everyone else charges forward. That thin line between brilliance and disaster is what makes the position so addictive, so rewarding—and at times, absolutely crushing.

I experienced all of it in that homecoming game of sort against Houston, getting burnt for a touchdown early in the game as I overcommitted on a play action pass, leaving my man wide open. I did my best to hid my emotions, my frustration as I walked off the field. My family was in the stands, their first time watching me play in nearly two years and I had given up a touchdown. Even prior to the touchdown, I had been having a tough game, always being half-a-second too late which in cornerback terms, is an eternity.

But midway through the second quarter, everything shifted. I trusted my eyes, jumped a slant, and drove through the ball. I can still feel that pop against my hands, still see the blur of red as I cut outside and sprinted up the sideline. For those few seconds, I felt completely free, maybe freer than ever before.

After that? Honestly, it’s a blur. I know we lost another close one. But the rest of the game melted away. I barely saw my family afterward—just a quick chat in the parking lot before boarding the bus. My sister was happy to see me. Evan was indifferent. My father and grandfather showed pride, sure, but also something harder to place—worry, maybe sadness. They asked about Thanksgiving. I told them I wasn’t sure if I’d make it. I knew I wouldn’t.

Interest from other schools—technically tampering under NCAA rules—spiked after that night. Coaches who had left my texts on read were suddenly “so glad” to see me back. I’d always known Stillwater was temporary, but the timeline was shrinking fast.

By the time we lost to Kansas State in another ugly showing, I’d checked out. My head was already with my next team. Heading into the season finale against Colorado—with bowl eligibility still in reach—I wanted us to lose, just so the year would end. Admitting that still stings. Oklahoma State gave me a shot when few would, a chance to rebuild my career. But the truth is, I was ready to move on.

The irony is those last weeks in Stillwater ended up being my most enjoyable. I started going to parties. I had my first real drink the night before the UCF game and nearly blacked out after our overtime upset. From what I’m told by a few Cowgirls, it was a great night—even if I barely remember it.

When we finally lost to Colorado, I wasted no time. I entered the portal, again in the worst way possible—filing the paperwork before telling the staff. They were the ones who had to call me. I thanked them, though it probably rang hollow. They tried to sweeten my NIL deal, but I brushed it off with some nonsense. The truth was simpler: I felt above Oklahoma State. I had done my penance. It was time to play big-time football.

There was one problem: once the paperwork went through, I was no longer on scholarship, which meant no dorm, no housing. Sure, I’d land somewhere soon enough, but for those weeks in between, I needed a couch to crash on. Going home to Prairie View over the holidays wasn’t an option I wanted to stomach.

I scrolled through my contacts. Jeremiah at Baylor was thinking about entering the portal too, meaning he’d be out of a place as well. A few old high school teammates came to mind, but given how senior year ended, I wasn’t sure I could reach out. Then there was Irene.

[Caesar]

If buddy goes back to LV for a few weeks, Keiyana gonna show up wherever he lands plotting a murder-suicide that’ll be a true crime doc by the end of the month.