꧁ Chapter Seven ꧂
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In the game
The commentator says, "With the Rams leading 6 to nothing, they have the ball on the Warriors 45-yard line. Second down with three yards to go."
They start.
"Come on, Dennis!", Sean screams at him.
"Go, Dennis!", Dennis mom hyped him up.
Dennis gets ready to tackle.
"Mama!", he screams moving away, letting the player who he was going to tackle, free.
The whistle blows.
Dennis gets up, taking his helmet off.
"Did Dennis just fall down?", Sean asks Troy.
He nods, "Yeah, he doesn't like contact"
"Does he know he's playing football?", Sean asks him, Troy just chuckles.
Whistle blows.
Sean moves Dennis to fullback.
"What you got in there?", Gus asks Mitch.
"Uh, it's for my... It's for my, uh, skin condition"
"Yeah", Gus replies, they look back at the game.
"I want 42 long, I-formation, wideout trips, all right? Go, go, go, go!", Sean says to Connor.
Connor goes with the team, they huddle up.
"All right, huddle up, uh", Connor says to them.
"42 long, I-Formation wide, something, something", Connor says confuse.
"Wait. Am I the formation?", Dennis asks.
"Ah, who's number 42?", Paulie asks.
"Wait Dennis, we're on offense", Connor says.
"I know, they told me to come", Dennis replies.
Paulie raises his hand and asks, "Where am I supposed to line-up again?"
"You're the center", Tatum replies.
"Right", Paulie nods.
"Didn't any of you study the plays?", Marco asks.
"My dad didn't even understand these plays", Jason says.
"Everyone, just go long", Marco tells them.
"Okay, ready?", Connor asks.
"Ready!", they all reply.
"Ay. Watch that pass! Watch that pass!"
They get in position.
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