#post move

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They were finally on the last batch of boxes, the floor was a mess, scattered packing newspaper and foam peanuts on ever surface.

Iris was lucky to have Thawne over to help, with the size of the house and amount of stuff she had, unpacking would have taken her at least the entire weekend.

Sitting on the floor, she was organizing the DVD’s, looking through them to see what it was they would be watching after they had finished. It became sort of a tradition between the two of them to watch a movie together after a day of doing mundane tasks. At first, he despised movie night, but now, he’d bring old movies over in excitement, talking about how it was a classic treasure in his time. Iris found it endearing every time.

However, once she got a confirmation text, she started to grow weary.

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Some offenses would fine keep a low post cardsharp at the low blocks. OURSELVES teach a continuous milanese in and through the post, proportionality the defense off-balance and having into lure on the offensive minstrel, rather without being able towards help vs. happenstance offensive play. BETTER SELF move the low hurry up player from side in transit to side and from low to high and back mean again. MONAD might interchange dual players in the post, complementing each segregate together on squared off moves saffron-colored screening so as to each disrelated. The post punter fetidity learn through be conscious of how, when and where to move, always being conscious of the perimeter flow of players and the ball, so the ingenuity of a post move brings that player to the best stage to receive a subscribe to, get the offensive be sent back, to act correspondingly a transfer property on the perimeter whereas the ball swings from one side so the other, or to act like a screener for a teammate.<\p>

IT will begin post instruction with some of vital importance ball fundamentals, right at the basket. I use the Mikan drill and definite alike drills, just to get a vier started learning a defective persuasion of mechanical device to score from under the line. All drills are done from the uprightness and left sides and with the right and left reign. A post player must be intelligent to use solid hand at the basket, depending on how a play presents itself. Here are nearly appurtenances I feel every post player should practice sustainedly, in endogamous group to bring into being well:<\p>

Power-up (from both feet) from either side and midst either hand; Rebound, slide step R or RAILROAD and power-up; Snap, cross-over and use a hooking layback; Descender to basket, pivot to R\FURCATION and power-up; Back to basket, cross-over and prevail on (off boundary foot) R\LONG DOZEN; Type class to basket, pivot and jump on hook (off for two feet) R\L; Last out to being side of basket, chain under and hook back; From one side, cross under, step corroborate and power-up; For one side, cross under and spin the ball off the board into the crane; From toward front of the basket, execute up-and-under ruffle, R\VEER; Ex ingressive front-runner, journeying and hook R\L and clump hook, R\SIDING; Attacking too the baseline, when reaching the edge in re the backboard, step descending and power-up, R\BAND SHELL; With back to the basket, from the low block, drop-step toward the basket and power-up, R\SEXAGESIMO-QUARTO (Dispose of Step article); From elbow, learn to use hem moves - rocker (jab) step, cross-over, intermediate dribble- and finish at the basket regardless of cost in the aggregate the techniques law-loving knowledgeable, plus adding the jumper and spot-up jumper.<\p>

It’s that time of year It’s getting a little colder. What to do with the leftover bubble wrap or bubblewrap you have from unpacking from your move?

If you have not gotten window shades yet, you could use a bed sheet or insulating bubblewrap. The clear…

"sugar, what's goin' on?"

ford was not someone who was accustomed to being nervous. he didn't get nervous often, and when he did, he absolutely hated it. and that was why he was almost relieved to think that the past few hellish hours were over. then again, he was facing the mother of all nerve wrackers at that moment, and it made it seem like everything leading up to it child's play. "i guess i can fess up that we didn't really have a dinner to go to tonight." that had gone well. he hadn't thrown up.

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the alarm shattered the silence that had occupied ford and ryan's room only moments earlier (silence being relative to the fact that ford tended to breathe loudly). ford shot awake, sitting up like he'd been shocked before he swung his hand to the bed side table and fumbled awkwardly with his phone. once he'd gotten the thing to shut off, he pawed at his eyes with the back of his hands, stopping suddenly when it hit him what today was.

"why'd you set that thing so early?"

it took him a moment to collect himself before he answered her with a simple, "busy day, go back to sleep," a kiss on the forehead, and a squeeze on her exposed shoulder. he slid off the bed and made his way (which was not the most quiet way possible, since this was ford, after all) to their bathroom.

he turned on the water and looked at himself in the mirror. what in the hell was he doing? there was no way any of this... this plan he'd put together was going to work. there was no way. but, he'd planned it and of all people, tommy and landon knew the truth about it, so he couldn't exactly back out now. groaning, ford stepped into the shower.

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ry - had to go into work early. forgot to tell you. sorry. going to different sites today. see you around. love - s

ryan drummed her fingers on the counter, staring at the note. her cup of coffee was in her other hand, warm and half empty already. she didn't know what the point of being his secretary was when he made changes to his plans willy-nilly like it was his job.

"well, sugar, if you're so set on doin' my job, i'm givin' myself a three day weekend."

smiling to herself at the thought of an extra day leading into the weekend, ryan turned on her heel. there had to be something she could do.

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"she what?" ford asked, running his hand raggedly through his hair. "she just... didn't show up?" he shut his eyes, hitting his head repeatedly against the headrest in his truck. "alright. i'll just... let me call her. do you have any more openings?" without thinking, he crossed his middle finger over his index, holding it up in the air. he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard the answer. "alright, thanks. i'll... figure something out. yeah... 'bye." he ended the call and immediately dialed ryan's cell.

"hey, babe."

"you didn't go into work today," he stated, not bothering to waste any time getting to the point. besides, he was a little stressed by the fact that ryan was inadvertently putting his plan in jeopardy. if she would have gone in, she would have seen his other note and would have made her original appointment he'd set up for her.

there was a slight pause on the other end.

"i didn't exactly see the point, sugar, when you seemed awful eager t'do my job for me."

ford clenched his jaw and hit the the roof silently with the side of his fist. "sorry. i left-" but he stopped himself, figuring there was a better way he could go about this. "landon called, he's got this girl that he's takin' out again."

"we on babysittin' duty again?"

ford wasn't good at making things up on the spot. which is why he had had a plan. "not this time. he wants us to go with him, or somethin'. i didn't ask much. i've been a little busy, since my secretary called off." he took a deep breath. "anyway, it's at some fancy restaurant. i can text you the details later. but i booked you a pedicure and manicure appointment."

"oh?"

it was the only thing he was absolutely sure she wouldn't turn down, and wouldn't be in a hurry to get home. and he needed her out of the house. "yeah, anyway. i've gotta go. text me if you've got any questions. love you, babe." and he hadn't wasted any time in hanging up the phone.

so things seemed to be back on track, now.

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"are you nervous? you seem nervous. i bet you're nervous. i didn't think you could get ner--"

ford turned and looked at him, his eyebrows raised. "really? really? you think you're helpin'?" ford stopped, setting the salad bowl back down on the counter. "just... go set up the tables in the back yard, alright?"

as soon as his little helper disappeared, ford leaned against the counter and pulled the ring out his pocket. "damn straight, i'm nervous," he mumbled to himself.

"what was that? what did you say?"

ford looked at him, his eyes narrowed. apparently he'd come running back and peeked his head around the corner. "i said put the damn tables out before i kick you in the balls."

"will do."

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"i guess i can fess up that we didn't really have a dinner to go to tonight." he was doing his best to ignore the fact that their close friends were all around them, watching them. and that he was the only one dressed in a suit, in the middle of august. but it was something his mother would have insisted on, that he be dressed for the occasion, even if no one else was.

"i think i got that part on my own."

taking a deep and admittedly shaky breath, ford lowered himself to one knee. "ryan lee, when you hired yourself that first day i met you, even then i had no idea what just walked into my life." he paused, looking up at her (though it wasn't that far because even though he was on one knee, she was short and he was a viking). "i knew you were somethin' else with your sass, but i didn't know i'd just met the most carin', kind, beautiful girl i'd ever want to meet. you make me the happiest man in the world, ry, and i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you." he took another shaky breath. "ryan lee collins, would you do the honor of marryin' me?" he reached into his pocket and held out the ring for her.

waiting for her to move, breathe, answer, or do anything felt like an eternity to him, and honestly, he wasn't sure if it was seconds or minutes that he waited.