Sixty-two was heading strait for me like an out of control freight train and I only had seconds to get the ball off. Drawing my arm back I launched that fucker as hard as I could. I could throw that far and with the force behind it the ball was sure to make it to Jasper. Sixty-two took me down hard again and do you think I could move the fucker off me so I could get a visual on Jasper and see if he caught it?
No fucking luck
James was all up in my grill and spitting in my face as he yelled. “Fucking panty waste cowboy wanna be lady man getting used to tasting the grass yet?”
I wanted to punch the fucker in the gut not giving a shit if I got tossed out of the game or not. I was sick of his sorry ass and stank breath. If I would have had a mentos I would have shoved it in his pie hole. I rolled out from under him just as the crowd started to roar and the ref lifted his hands.
“Touchdown Dallas” The MC yelled over the speaker system.
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