Catching Controversy | The Legend of Ethan Woy

[Fox1994]

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[Woy]

Eh, instead of finishing the update within the next hour, I'm going to take the time to catch up on some sleep. Sorry, lol.

It'll be up tomorrow.

[Woy]

Two games that we skipped in the story because nothing significant happens during that time.

vs. #3 Lousiville (16-6) | L, 75-89 | 19 pts, 3 reb, 3 ast, 8-14 FG, 1-3 3PT
vs. Connecticut (10-13) | W, 95-83 | 14 pts, 3 ast, 1 stl, 6-10 FG, 1-1 3PT

[Woy]

A Worried State of Mind

Focus, focus, focus.

...

Coach pulled me aside during a timeout and asked. "What's going on out there? Lanes are opening up for you to drive but you're not taking the opportunity."

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Focus, focus, focus.

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"Woy crosses up, looks for three," the PA announcer exclaimed. "And it's an airball! The young freshman just doesn't have it today."

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Focus, focus, focus.

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"And with his fifth foul, Woy has fouled out of this game," the PA Announcer said. I walked over to the bench with my head dipped down, waiting for the verbal abuse I was going to get.

However, I was surprised when Coach didn't walk over my way. Instead I got tapped on the shoulder by one of the managers.

"Are you sick or something? Or didn't you have it tonight?" He said, while having one eye still fixed on the game.

"Nah, my mind's on other things," I replied. "Basketball is the last thing on my mind right now."

He sat there for a little bit, silent, and then walked back through the tunnel to go to the bathroom. I then went back to watching my teammates do fine without me before an injury timeout was called with 5:34 left in the game.

As I sat there on the end of the bench, I scanned the crowd to throw away some time and noticed a mid-20s pregnant woman wearing a shirt that said "Syracuse's future #1 fan." Then...

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"And where is this lucky lady now?" I asked Melyssa's uncle, wondering why she wasn't here supporting her husband.

"That lucky lady wa...was my wife," he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Was?" I pondered out loud, not knowing the consquences of what that word actually brought up.

It looked like he was going to cry as he explained. "Ye...yeah. She was pregnant with my child and..." Then he stopped. The pain was too unbearable.

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...those flashbacks entered my mind and got me completely worried about Melyssa. I started to get up and pace as the manager started to run back from the tunnel.

"Ethan, I hope you're not mad, but..." He started to say, with the expression of a kid knowing he did something wrong.

"What is it?" I asked, with hints of anger and worry in my voice.

"I read through your phone's new texts," he revealed. "And you got one from Melyssa."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said. "Oh I see, what did it say?"

He stopped for a second, then told me what I didn't want to hear. "She's in labor."

As the horn sounded, signaling the end of the injury timeout, I got up from my seat and immediately ran towards the locker room. I had to get there before she had the baby.

I just hoped that the miracle of birth wouldn't be similar to her uncle's ex-wife's experience.

Syracuse 75
Seton Hall 65


10 pts, 2 asts, 2 TO, 4-8 FG, 2-6 3PT

[packersfan4eva]

great update man, one of the best you've made

[Fox1994]

Death FTW! Bring the drama back...

[Woy]

Hey Woy I'm about 1000 replies behind on this thing, maybe I should catch up one day. Great job sticking with this man, early congrats on 2k.

Thanks bro, I really appreciate it. Updates have obviously slowed down due to college, but I will definitely finish this.

[Woy]

Another update tonight?...

Negative. Just got back from Buffalo Wild Wings a little while ago and I'm going to head to bed soon since I got a rough day (at least by my schedule) tomorrow.

I'll try to get an update tomorrow though, even though I have a presentation to work on and an essay.

[Chill]

woys gonna get kicked off the basketball team

[Woy]

World in my Arms

Focus, focus, focus.

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"And where is this lucky lady now?" I asked Melyssa's uncle, wondering why she wasn't here supporting her husband.

"That lucky lady wa...was my wife," he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Was?" I pondered out loud, not knowing the consequences of what that word actually brought up.

It looked like he was going to cry as he explained. "Ye...yeah. She was pregnant with my child and..." Then he stopped. The pain was too unbearable.

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Focus, focus, focus. Surely this couldn't happen to me. Surely this couldn't happen to Melyssa. Relax, relax - it'll be alright.

I got into my car, without any thought of what the consequences might be from leaving the game early and hurried off towards the hospital. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, I jumped out and ran towards the hospital's doors.

"Sir, is there an emergency?" A young lady at the front desk asked. She could tell from my facial expression that I was worried. And I was; I mean the conversation with Melyssa's uncle was still lingering in my mind. I made the assumption that his wife passed away after delivering their only child and I was trembling at the thought that Melyssa might suffer the same fate.

"Yeah," I replied in a half-excited, half-frightened voice. "Could you tell me where Melyssa Washington's room is? She's my fiance and having our first child. I personally would like to be there for the experience."

"Sure thing," she answered, "it's 456." Then she stopped me. "Say, you look familiar." I didn't want to stand there long but she also looked vaguely familiar and I was sort of intrigued to find out who she was...but not at this time.

"Yeah, I'm Ethan Woy," I revealed. Her eyebrow perked up at the sound of that, but I needed to get going. "I'll give you an autograph later," I sarcastically said as I headed towards the elevator. She smiled and motioned me to leave.

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"Push!" The doctor commanded as Melyssa was wincing in pain. The new born life was almost into this world, but just needed a bit more effort from the teenager.

"I'm trying!" Melyssa helplessly screamed. This was really taking a toll on her and she was second-guessing her decision to get pregnant. If it was going to take this much effort and hurt this much, why not just adopt?

Then with a loud screech in his voice, the doctor screamed. "Oh my God!"

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"Room 452, room 453," I muttered while running down the hall. "Room 454, room 455." I was getting closer and closer, which put more and more worried thoughts into my mind. Was the baby going to be healthy? Was Melyssa going to be fine? Would I make it in time?

"Room 456!" I exclaimed as I excitingly opened the door...

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"He's beautiful!" The doctor held up the new life in his hands as soon as I burst through the door. Then he looked over to see an exhausted me and said. "Just in time Mr. Woy. Here's your new son."

I smiled and wiped my forehead. "Please, let Melyssa hold him first," I responded. "She's the one that's gone through the most trouble with the whole process. I can wait just a little while longer."

"No problem," the doctor replied. "Let me cut the umbilical cord first."

After getting all of that stuff done, the child was placed in a spent Melyssa's arms. "Wow, this is incredible," she said with a huge smile on her face. "I'm glad you're here Ethan. But wait, what about your game?"

What about my game? I didn't know what the fallout would be for leaving early would be. "Don't worry about it hun," I replied. "Are you feeling alright? I was worried sick."

"Yeah I'm fine," she whispered. The whisper was brought on from all the emotional and physical stress she had just endured. "Here, you can hold our son for a bit."

As I gently grasped the baby from Melyssa's arms, the doctor spoke up. "So have you two thought of a name yet?" We looked at each other and smiled. We were young and stupid, we knew we weren't going to have a name ready by the time this time had come.

Melyssa looked at me and nodded her head, signaling that I could have the call on his name. "Sean Joseph Woy," I announced, looking into my son's eyes. "That's what your name is. You'll have a loving and supporting family and I will do anything to make you and your mother happy." Then I wiped a tear from my eyes as I got what I think was a smile from little Sean. No football game or basketball game could ever top this moment...the world was in my arms.

[Deviant]

Lesson learned: put it in her butt.

Very well done... me likey.

[Lumpkin]

I'd be surprised if you got reprimanded for leaving early.

[Woy]

I might update tonight. I personally thought my last update was one of the best I've done so far.

[Fox1994]

Where's the fucking drama? jk. jk. Kinda... Keep it up.

[Woy]

Very nice update Woy. But seriously, what kind of fag is named Sean;)?

Nice update though, one of your best

Dropping Controversy: The story of Sean Woy

I like the name Sean, lol. And who says next year's RTG will be about Sean?