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Author: Larry Moose
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The Denver Coliseum buzzed with a mix of elation and disappointment as the final seconds ticked away on the scoreboard. The Cannibals, once a fierce force on the field, had been decimated by the Dodge City Law. Jeremy, Alexandra, Lloyd, and Alicia found themselves in the owner's box, their usual sanctuary, witnessing the crushing defeat firsthand.

As the crowd dispersed, Jeremy's mind became a whirlwind of thoughts. Should he take charge and become the interim head coach, leading the team through the remaining five games of Terrell Hillis' suspension? Or perhaps he should seek out a retired, experienced coach to guide the team temporarily. Terrell's decision to appoint his offensive coordinator as the interim coach had left a sour taste in Jeremy's mouth. He pondered these possibilities, knowing that the future of the team rested on his shoulders.

Lost in contemplation, Jeremy was abruptly pulled back to reality by the approach of a group of passionate fans. They recognized Jeremy, A
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