We started the game with the second string—giving the tigers time to ‘feel us out’ and hopefully deciding it wouldn’t be too hard to beat our asses. xxx It’s the last play. Six forty. Each team had received several warnings. Holy fuck—it’s Pony League all over again. The drums banging from the band are deafening. I approach Parker, as the teams starts surrounding us. I head straight for the lockeroom. We finish up the exercises and head for the sidelines. For all the aftermath, if you ain’t pissed at me :), read on to chapter 6. Read 5640 times |
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As some of the team began coming in behind me, they all start in on me—asking me what’s wrong.
