Anything to breathe your name.

Busted...

"That's right, boys, the Falcons aren't doing so well. They've had a fantastic season with a winning streak and not losing a SINGLE game. But now, coming down to the playoff that determines if they will make regionals, they don't look too good." The man over the intercom said to the whole stadium.

"I don't know, Jimmy, but these boys have played hard all season. I don't think they'll allow this game to slip by them," the other man said over the intercom.

This isn't good, we're currently 35-35. This game is challenging, and we only have a few more minutes into the fourth quarter ends. The boys have been fighting hard, and even so, when we finally match a point with them, they gain a whole lead over us with a touchdown. Their number 5 is fast, and their defense is insane, not only to mention. Our team is starting to get discouraged.

"Oh, it looks like the Head coach is calling a timeout five minutes before the quarter ends," Jimmy said over the com.

The coach slamped his hat on the ground of the visiting locker room. "I need you boys to lock in; what are y'all doing out there? You're dropping the balls, you're not passing, and if you do pass, it gets intercepted, or you drop THE DAMN BALL! This is not the team I built! You are acting like a bunch of pussys! You have all these people out here cheering you on, and now you want to start and get tired!? GET OUT THERE AND GET THE DAMN BALL! We are the big dawgs! WE'RE falcons their fucking RABBITS. What do we do to Rabbits, boys!?" The coach yelled, inflated.

"We hunt them down.." The boys of the team yelled, unmotivated.

"SPEAK WITH YOUR CHEST AND NOT YOUR BALLS." the coach yelled.

"WE HUNT THEM DOWN!!!" They all yelled so loud that the whole stadium heard them from above.

Mikey clapped his hands in rhythm. "WHO ARE WE!" He yelled.

The other boys clapped alongside him, huddling around Mikey and swaying in rhythm. "WE'RE FALCONS," they all yelled at the same time.

"AND WHO RUNS THE SKYS!" Mikey continued to yell in the hype.

"WE DO!!" they yelled back.

"WE'RE FALCONS; WE DON'T COWER TO KNOW ONE, AND WE NEVER MISS!! LETS GO SHOW THESE PRAY WHY THEY FEAR US!!!!!!" Mikey yelled loudly from the top of his chest.

"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They all yelled as they were jumping out onto the field.

The girls and I smiled and cheered them on doing backflips onto the field along with the cheerleaders.

Mikey is their team caption and is also one of my best friends; he is one damn good football player; he is a receiver, but he can also tackle well, he's beaten with tons of speed, and he is not afraid to take you down.

"Ready! Seeeeeeeeeeet!? HUT!!" the other team's quarterback yelled while giving his teammates a single.

Mikey saw right through them. The quarterback had thrown the ball to one of their teammates, who wasn't the receiver. Mikey ran at least 30 yards at an immense speed, and our opponent with the ball was about 20 yards from making a touchdown; Mikey, going his top speed, slammed right into him, causing the guy from the other team to get flown about 5 yards, due to this he dropped the ball. Mikey, thinking quickly on his feet, got up and grabbed it, starting to run for a touchdown on the other half of the football Field. Half of the people on the team didn't even realize what was happening, and Mikey was about 50 more yards from making a touchdown. When they noticed, they all ran straight for Mikey; it was a crow of mess. We weren't even able to see if Mikey had dropped the ball or not. Mikey did get tackled, but before falling on the ground, he quickly threw the ball at a teammate, his best friend Kyle. Kyle was in the end zone but surrounded by others trying to tackle and stop him from getting the ball. There were only two more minutes left of the game. Kyle couldn't reach the ball because it was too high. So he quickly broke through the people in his way, getting a running jump start. He one-handedly grabbed the ball, getting tackled by the feet. He landed in the end zone, and the timer went off.