(oh hey. remember tanner? he's number two of the elite 11, and a nike posterboy, and he plays for my school. jealous? thought so.)
i drive up to the stadium to coach pete's voice screaming at the boys.
there ain't no walkin' on a football field! no sir!
one more time, sullivan!
git up there! still can't see your hands, fool!
after three grueling hours of literal blood, sweat and many, many tears, they still lift their feet high enough to step over the tires.
they still run fast enough to sprint a 4.6 40 meter.
there is a reason we're the best.
after 2 months of hardcore conditioning,
its football season.
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