Todd was bent over, helmet in his hands. Sweat dripping to the ground. Ray looked over to see the score. 35-28, Harrison in the lead. Dave was on the ground puking.

“He’s to fast,” Jason said as his helmet on the ground. Kent was crying. “It’s over, over. There better then us. There to good.”

“Dixon Blue Jays losing 35-28, :06 on the clock,” The announcer said disappointed.

Jacob sat, a towel on his ear. The game was over. The first game in the books. Dixon High loses. Loses.

Monday 9:10 A.M.

“0-1 buddy,” Jason reminded Todd his hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t remind me jackass,” Todd said as he rubbed his shoulder. The pain from that hit he had taken from Fridays game still had an affect on him. He remembered it so well. He still felt the pain from the first time it happened. He shock his head.

Flashback: Friday 9:15 P.M.

Todd stepped into the huddle. His teammates looked at him. He looked at the scoreboard. 35-28, 1:15 on the clock.

“Hey,” He called his offense to there senses, “Don’t look up there. We can do this. Trust me,” He gave them a reassuring smile.

“Alright, twins right scram left 585 crab, on 3, on 3. Ready, break!” He called as the huddle disbursed. He got under center. “Ready set, hit, hit, hit!” The ball hit his hands. The dust from it flew into the air. He took a few steps back. He looked left and right. No one was open. Then, like a bulldozer, it happened. The two bodies collided with each other. The defensive guy hit Todd. He could not see the number at all. He fell to the ground on his shoulder. He lay on the ground. He began to get up. Then he was pushed to the ground again.

“Stay down there mothrafucker! That’s were your staying for the rest of the game!” He said as he ran back to the huddle. Todd couldn’t get up. He knew the game was over.

Present: Monday 9:10 A.M.

Todd keep rubbing his arm. He sighed.

“You ok?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, whatever,” He said has he walked away.