Chapter 289 Drunk
Jogging along the Missouri River, the crisp water vapor hit my face. Although it was already early winter, the large red and yellow maple leaves still stayed on the treetops and did not wither. The gentleness of late autumn was under my footsteps. Gurgling, Kansas City is already busy in the early morning, and the trivial and lively sounds awaken the life and vitality of the city little by little.
"morning."
"Hey morning."
Livy was already familiar with this path, and likewise this path was already familiar with Livy.
For the past six months, Levi has been jogging along the road every morning. Warming up is just one aspect. He is familiar with the city, the climate, and the biological clock of daily training. From spring to summer to autumn, in the blink of an eye It's already winter.
Slowly, city dwellers around the road began to get used to Levi's presence.
Seven days a week, there is no rest, no laziness, no neglect. Over time, residents take the initiative to say hello, just a simple "morning", it does not need to be complete to convey greetings.
Levi didn't need to respond, a look and a wave were enough.
On the way to jogging, Levi will pass by a grain warehouse and an oil refinery. On home game days, you can still see workers gathering at the door early to wait, just to say hello to Levi and support the game.
It is these ordinary, trivial and simple daily routines that are not worth mentioning, that allow Levi to quietly integrate into the city and truly create a connection.
Other fans often wonder how a mere running back can win the unanimous support of Arrowhead Stadium. Even if Levi's performance on the field is indeed convincing, it is still puzzling and puzzling, let alone the running back or even four points. Wei rarely gets such treatment.
That's because they don't live in Kansas City. They don't leave social networks and the virtual world built by mobile phones and computers. They return to reality down-to-earth and see and experience with their own eyes.
Of course, not all sounds are pleasant——
"Levi, fuck!"
It doesn't matter if they encounter such a rude attack. They can just raise their middle finger and fight back. Anyway, they don't dare to act rashly after seeing Levi's physique. They are just trying to satisfy their appetite. Once Levi changes his running direction, they will wish they could grow longer. Use two legs to increase your escape speed.
Occasionally, there are exceptions.
"I said it, I said it a long time ago."
"In the end, we will all be disappointed and everything will be in vain. How can a running back save us? Not even the quarterback. What can the running back do?"
"Ha, that's ridiculous!"
"This is the stupidest daydream I have ever seen. Don't get your hopes up or you won't be disappointed."
"One or two are still here dreaming of playoff victory, stupid! Ignorant! In this state, they can't even make it to the playoffs."
"Levi, hey, Levi! Tell me, what do you think?"
Chris Provos was drunk and stumbled out of the Old Oak Tavern. He was smelling of alcohol and almost tripped on the steps and jumped out. This startled Anderson who was chasing after him. His heart was about to fly out of his throat, and he reluctantly grabbed Provos' right hand, but he didn't expect that his whole body would be rushed out with him.
Levi, who was jogging by, saw this scene, braked suddenly, put his arms around Provos, and bumped Anderson with his shoulder to complete the buffer, thus avoiding a disaster.
Anderson's face was pale with lingering fear, "Just put him... on the ground, Levi, God, thank you."
Levi looked at the ground. After all, it was already December. He still helped Provos to the side and leaned on the handrail of the steps.
However, Provos did not appreciate it——
"No, nothing, nothing!"
From the first meeting, Provos, that is, the greaser, disliked Levi and has been playing the opposite tune. His whole body is filled with sadness, anger, struggle, and pain. Nothing has changed until now.
"ha."
Provos laughed as if he was losing his mind.
"Haha, should we believe you? Levi, tell me the answer, should we believe you?"
"No..." Asking himself, Provos shook his head in denial, "In the end, at the end of the season, there is nothing, just like each of us. Nothing." As he spoke, Provos Voss looked at Levi with a fragile sadness.
In the questioning, Levi could interpret too much pain and struggle, and he was about to tell Provos:
Competitive sports are about victory, but not just about victory.
They should also not forget the hard work and hardship in the process of marching towards the championship. The ups and downs of struggle and resistance are also an integral part of it. Without the bitterness of failure, there will be no sweetness of victory, and without the difficulty of fighting, there will be no victory. of pleasure.
And they are still fighting.
However, before he could speak, Provos blinked and looked at Levi blankly.
"Feel sorry……"
As soon as he finished speaking, Provos turned around and hung on the handrail of the steps and began to vomit, like drying sauerkraut.
Unfortunately, there was nothing in his stomach, it was all alcohol and stomach acid, and the air was filled with a sour smell.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and there was no time to stop it.
Anderson, "God! Charles! Charles!"
After shouting twice, West came out. When he saw Levi, he only had time to raise his hand to signal. Then he noticed the embarrassment at the door. He rolled up his sleeves and dragged Provos away like a sack. He walked in, still cursing and complaining.
Anderson looked at Levi——
Thousands of words, finally turned into a "sorry".
Levi laughed dumbly and waved his hand, "What special event was there last night?"
It's still early in the morning, which is really too early for bars; as for night, Missouri has stipulated the last operating hours of bars, which is 1:30 in the morning for a small number of places, and 3:00 in the morning for most bars.
No overnight stays allowed.
Anderson lightly shrugged, "Yes, it's my birthday. After the bar closed, we arranged a card game for a group of friends to get together by themselves."
I see.
This also explains the situation in Provos. Even though his pockets were empty and Anderson refused to let him pay on credit, he still drank until he vomited.
Anderson also interpreted what Levi meant, "He just took the opportunity to drink."
Pause, "Levi, I'm sorry, Chris, he's just full of crap."
Levi waved his hand, "I understand. I don't like it, but I understand."
Hope this is the case:
Having no hope is a cruel thing, but the despair of extinguishing hope after it appears is an even more cruel torture. It is better to never appear at all, because what is more terrifying than hope is uneasy expectations.
From the six-game winning streak that ignited hope, the Kansas Chiefs' season seemed to have a bright future; to the despair of six-game losing streak, and suddenly fell into the abyss, the torture is beyond description in words.
not to mention--
"Chris has never liked me. We didn't deal with each other from the beginning. I'm used to it." Levi joked seriously.
Anderson was stunned for a moment, then realized that Levi was joking, and couldn't help but smile too. He hesitated but still asked.
"Do you have a moment?"
(End of chapter)