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Another long-overdue story following the game in which Barnaby caused an injury to Buck Hopper, shortly after the incident at the All-Star Weekend Dunk Contest.
None of the Twitter hype had calmed down over the course of the day following Barnaby’s big dunk, the shark struggling to keep from commenting on some of the shit that was being said about him by various players throughout the league, including some of his own teammates. The big fish had known that his dunk would cause a stir, but he hadn’t imagined this kind of backlash from the judges and players alike.
The few and far between tweets he read supporting him made the shadow of a smile touch Barnaby’s features, but he still avoided going to practice that day, telling the coach he wasn’t sure he could handle it right now. Coach Fenwatcher had been hesitant to allow it with Bangor coming for a game that night, but having heard all the controversy and hearing the slight quiver in the usually-boisterous shark’s voice seemed to convince him it would be okay just this once. Sure, Barnaby’s dunk had been rather unorthodox, but anybody who had come to know the shark knew he wasn’t one to keep secrets or hide his true self, and the Bikers staff seemed to respect that.
Barnaby was thankful for that at the very least.
It was hard, having all the veteran players coming after him, especially reading a tweet from his own senior Biker, Buck Hopper, with the rabbit hashtagging that he wanted to be traded. That the rabbit would seemingly rather move off to some other city than play alongside the rookie.
To Barnaby, this all went beyond people not liking his dunk. It felt like it was getting personal. And if there was one thing the shark was capable of, it was defending himself when he felt like he was being attacked.
But despite all of this, the shark made his way to the stadium that evening for the game, keeping his head high and his mouth shut in the locker room as he changed into the team’s home uniform. There were a couple of murmurs, but a quick glare from Captain Kangaroo (a nickname Barnaby secretly liked to use for Ryan Malone) quieted those that dared.
Dylan and Dan made sure to offer physical support to the shark with a quick bro-hug and a clasp to the shoulder before they headed out onto the court for their introductions and some pre-game drills and stretches. The shark ignored the eyes that followed him as best as he could, but were he a canine he wouldn’t be able to keep his hackles down by this point. He was agitated but tried his best to hide it as the game was called to a start and the shark took his spot on the far end of the bench.
Sighing, the shark fought the urge to bow his head and mesh his fingers behind it, trying to hide away from the crowd. One person even dared to throw an empty cup at the shark, beaning him between his shoulderblades, but receiving no reaction other than security escorting the angry fan out. Barnaby merely inhaled deeply and remained silent and still where he sat until late in the first when the coach had him swap with Dan. The pair of massive males smiled and high-fived as they swapped off, but it was almost immediately clear that Barnaby was off his game, fumbling with the ball frequently, allowing easy steals and missing the basket by a mile on his first attempted shot. Even though he still managed a few solid moves in his short playing time, but as both himself and Buck Hopper moved in to try and get the rebound, the shark seemed determined to keep the ball away from his own teammate.
Silently, he rather was.
He could at least admit to himself that he was pissed about what Hopper had said on Twitter, and even knowing that Malone had had a screaming fit about it, it didn’t make the shark feel any better. With another lunge and a swing, Barnaby hip-bumped the rabbit harder than he had thought or intended, sending his senior to the floor with a cry of pain.
The whistle blew and Barnaby stopped what he was doing, watching as the medics rushed over to help Buck off the court before the shark himself was called off by Coach Fenwatcher, cringing a little bit as he glanced towards the rabbit being cared for by the medics. Dammit...one fucking thing after another…
“We’ll talk about this after the game, Jazz…” Fenwatcher said with a frown of consternation.
The shark spent the rest of the game hunched over on the bench with his head practically between his knees, completely ignoring the game on the court and the crowds around him until the buzzer sounded to signal the end of the game and the Bikers’ victory. For a long moment, Barnaby just watched as the feet of his teammates walked past him before he finally felt a big fuzzy paw on his shoulder. Based on the feet he was staring at, it was DQ.
“Come on Bitey. Let’s get to the locker room.” The polar bear said softly, Barnaby nodding softly and slowly pushing to his feet, moving off to the locker room with his polar pal at an almost-shuffling pace. The shark hated himself right now. Sure, he hadn’t meant to hip-check Hopper, but he’d done it, and now the bunny was out for lord only knew how many games. The shark went over to his locket, noticing but ignoring the rabbit sitting on a nearby bench with a brace on his knee.
Unfortunately, Buck wasn’t about to ignore the shark.
“Jazz! The fuck you doin’ out there rook?!” Barnaby cringed as the veteran player barked at him, but inhaled deeply as he stripped off his jersey and put it on the hanger in his locker calmly and quietly. He was daring to ignore the senior player for the moment. “Jazz! I’m talking to you!”
“Then talk. I don’t respond to screaming.” The shark responded calmly enough, looking towards the older rabbit quietly and expectantly. His words only seemed to enrage the lapin baller even more; in fact, Buck looked ready to get up and deck the rookie and was only kept from doing so by his injured knee.
“I’ll speak to you however the hell I want Jazz! You checked me on purpose!”
“The fuck?! Why the hell would I injure one of my own teammates on purpose you?! I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous!”
“Oh? And you weren’t angry at my for my tweet? Huh? He don’t resent me at all?” Hopper egged the shark on, and even Malone seemed hesitant to get between the two, the massive shark clearly pissed off. But then again, so was the bunny.
“How DARE you!” Barnaby immediately exclaimed, his aqua eyes alight with indignation and rage, his tail thrashing and immediately clearing a large area around them in the process; nobody wanted to get in the way of the shark’s large appendage. “How DARE you think that I would injure a fellow team member! How dare you think I would be so petty and selfish!” Barnaby practically screeched in his indignity, he looked about ready to hit the rabbit, and maybe that was what Hopper was pushing for. Who knew?
It escalated to the point of Barnaby daring to grab the front of Hopper’s jersey and pull him upwards as they continued to shout and accuse. But before it could go any further, Coach Fenwatcher charged in and immediately put himself between the two screaming teammates, Barnaby’s chest heaving in his anger as Buck glared at him from around the head coach.
“That’s enough! Jazz! Get showered and changed and come with me, Ms Turner wants to speak with you. Hopper, you’ll be next.” Barnaby swallowed sharply, but nodded and hurried to get himself cleaned up and changed. On his way out, he got a couple claps on the shoulder from those he was closer to on the team as he followed the giant panda out of the locker room to go and meet with the team manager.
It felt like the waves were crashing down around him, like he was fighting for air.
Like he had just wiped out.
Barnaby belongs to me.
Hopper belongs to buckhopper
None of the Twitter hype had calmed down over the course of the day following Barnaby’s big dunk, the shark struggling to keep from commenting on some of the shit that was being said about him by various players throughout the league, including some of his own teammates. The big fish had known that his dunk would cause a stir, but he hadn’t imagined this kind of backlash from the judges and players alike.
The few and far between tweets he read supporting him made the shadow of a smile touch Barnaby’s features, but he still avoided going to practice that day, telling the coach he wasn’t sure he could handle it right now. Coach Fenwatcher had been hesitant to allow it with Bangor coming for a game that night, but having heard all the controversy and hearing the slight quiver in the usually-boisterous shark’s voice seemed to convince him it would be okay just this once. Sure, Barnaby’s dunk had been rather unorthodox, but anybody who had come to know the shark knew he wasn’t one to keep secrets or hide his true self, and the Bikers staff seemed to respect that.
Barnaby was thankful for that at the very least.
It was hard, having all the veteran players coming after him, especially reading a tweet from his own senior Biker, Buck Hopper, with the rabbit hashtagging that he wanted to be traded. That the rabbit would seemingly rather move off to some other city than play alongside the rookie.
To Barnaby, this all went beyond people not liking his dunk. It felt like it was getting personal. And if there was one thing the shark was capable of, it was defending himself when he felt like he was being attacked.
But despite all of this, the shark made his way to the stadium that evening for the game, keeping his head high and his mouth shut in the locker room as he changed into the team’s home uniform. There were a couple of murmurs, but a quick glare from Captain Kangaroo (a nickname Barnaby secretly liked to use for Ryan Malone) quieted those that dared.
Dylan and Dan made sure to offer physical support to the shark with a quick bro-hug and a clasp to the shoulder before they headed out onto the court for their introductions and some pre-game drills and stretches. The shark ignored the eyes that followed him as best as he could, but were he a canine he wouldn’t be able to keep his hackles down by this point. He was agitated but tried his best to hide it as the game was called to a start and the shark took his spot on the far end of the bench.
Sighing, the shark fought the urge to bow his head and mesh his fingers behind it, trying to hide away from the crowd. One person even dared to throw an empty cup at the shark, beaning him between his shoulderblades, but receiving no reaction other than security escorting the angry fan out. Barnaby merely inhaled deeply and remained silent and still where he sat until late in the first when the coach had him swap with Dan. The pair of massive males smiled and high-fived as they swapped off, but it was almost immediately clear that Barnaby was off his game, fumbling with the ball frequently, allowing easy steals and missing the basket by a mile on his first attempted shot. Even though he still managed a few solid moves in his short playing time, but as both himself and Buck Hopper moved in to try and get the rebound, the shark seemed determined to keep the ball away from his own teammate.
Silently, he rather was.
He could at least admit to himself that he was pissed about what Hopper had said on Twitter, and even knowing that Malone had had a screaming fit about it, it didn’t make the shark feel any better. With another lunge and a swing, Barnaby hip-bumped the rabbit harder than he had thought or intended, sending his senior to the floor with a cry of pain.
The whistle blew and Barnaby stopped what he was doing, watching as the medics rushed over to help Buck off the court before the shark himself was called off by Coach Fenwatcher, cringing a little bit as he glanced towards the rabbit being cared for by the medics. Dammit...one fucking thing after another…
“We’ll talk about this after the game, Jazz…” Fenwatcher said with a frown of consternation.
The shark spent the rest of the game hunched over on the bench with his head practically between his knees, completely ignoring the game on the court and the crowds around him until the buzzer sounded to signal the end of the game and the Bikers’ victory. For a long moment, Barnaby just watched as the feet of his teammates walked past him before he finally felt a big fuzzy paw on his shoulder. Based on the feet he was staring at, it was DQ.
“Come on Bitey. Let’s get to the locker room.” The polar bear said softly, Barnaby nodding softly and slowly pushing to his feet, moving off to the locker room with his polar pal at an almost-shuffling pace. The shark hated himself right now. Sure, he hadn’t meant to hip-check Hopper, but he’d done it, and now the bunny was out for lord only knew how many games. The shark went over to his locket, noticing but ignoring the rabbit sitting on a nearby bench with a brace on his knee.
Unfortunately, Buck wasn’t about to ignore the shark.
“Jazz! The fuck you doin’ out there rook?!” Barnaby cringed as the veteran player barked at him, but inhaled deeply as he stripped off his jersey and put it on the hanger in his locker calmly and quietly. He was daring to ignore the senior player for the moment. “Jazz! I’m talking to you!”
“Then talk. I don’t respond to screaming.” The shark responded calmly enough, looking towards the older rabbit quietly and expectantly. His words only seemed to enrage the lapin baller even more; in fact, Buck looked ready to get up and deck the rookie and was only kept from doing so by his injured knee.
“I’ll speak to you however the hell I want Jazz! You checked me on purpose!”
“The fuck?! Why the hell would I injure one of my own teammates on purpose you?! I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous!”
“Oh? And you weren’t angry at my for my tweet? Huh? He don’t resent me at all?” Hopper egged the shark on, and even Malone seemed hesitant to get between the two, the massive shark clearly pissed off. But then again, so was the bunny.
“How DARE you!” Barnaby immediately exclaimed, his aqua eyes alight with indignation and rage, his tail thrashing and immediately clearing a large area around them in the process; nobody wanted to get in the way of the shark’s large appendage. “How DARE you think that I would injure a fellow team member! How dare you think I would be so petty and selfish!” Barnaby practically screeched in his indignity, he looked about ready to hit the rabbit, and maybe that was what Hopper was pushing for. Who knew?
It escalated to the point of Barnaby daring to grab the front of Hopper’s jersey and pull him upwards as they continued to shout and accuse. But before it could go any further, Coach Fenwatcher charged in and immediately put himself between the two screaming teammates, Barnaby’s chest heaving in his anger as Buck glared at him from around the head coach.
“That’s enough! Jazz! Get showered and changed and come with me, Ms Turner wants to speak with you. Hopper, you’ll be next.” Barnaby swallowed sharply, but nodded and hurried to get himself cleaned up and changed. On his way out, he got a couple claps on the shoulder from those he was closer to on the team as he followed the giant panda out of the locker room to go and meet with the team manager.
It felt like the waves were crashing down around him, like he was fighting for air.
Like he had just wiped out.
Barnaby belongs to me.
Hopper belongs to buckhopper
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A shame that after his hilarious dunk at the ASW this happened as well. It's hard, I imagine, to remain professional and focused on the court when you can't look at half your team in the eye, and the other half WON'T.
Buck may have been a jerk, but Barbie let him get to him. Here's hoping he's since found some peace from all this.
Great story Betsie! This one was a long time coming! So huzzah!
Buck may have been a jerk, but Barbie let him get to him. Here's hoping he's since found some peace from all this.
Great story Betsie! This one was a long time coming! So huzzah!
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