Chapter 145

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Spending more than a two hours with the jugs machine and catching random throws from teammates he got lost in the time. He laid with his back on the ground his arms extended up. Curt, one of the many equipment managers pointed the jug machine down at Odell. "READY!? It's coming out fast!" He yelled warning Odell of the speed at which the machine was going to be sending the ball towards him. You'd think that they were use to the catching abilities that Odell demonstrated throughout the years, but for some reason it was like watching him for the first time. Odell positioned his hands letting Curt know he was ready. He pushed it through and in a matter of seconds a 75 mile per hour football was in the palms of Odell's hands. "KISS MY ASS!" Curt said in disbelief laughing at what he just w

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