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That belonged on a bumper sticker. He wasn't wrong though. We didn't deserve to win the biggest game of the year if we were fighting amongst ourselves.
The coach stood back and addressed all of us.
"We have one more game," he said slowly as he walked up and down the line of men. "It's do or die. This is the second biggest game of the year. If you don't have every play, every move down pat by now, then why are you even here?"
"Because we want to kick ass," Hawk shouted.
"Yeah," a few guys called out in agreement.
"All the ass," Bam agreed.
"Then get your shit together," Coach said. "If I hear arguing again, you'll know if we won or lost, because I'll kick your behind into next December."
I bit back a smile, but it was kinda funny. Even the best kicker on the team wouldn't be able to boot a grown man very far.
"Apparently God's Gift finds that funny," Pinky muttered.
I bristled but kept my shoulders square, face forward. Whatever his problem was I couldn't let him get to me. At least my nickname wasn't Pinky.
As if he read my mind, Chase walked past me and said, "He's called that because his dick is the size of his pinky."
I choked back a laugh. As far as I could tell, no one heard but me. Lucky for Chase, because I suspected Pinky would have put a fist in his face if he had.
I caught the ball Hawk tossed to me and got back into position.
Snap.
I threw the ball out behind me. Hawk caught it and started to charge down the field. He narrowly missed being slammed to the ground by another player, but it was obvious to everyone watching that we were more focused.
We trained for another hour before we went for a cool down run around the field.
Bam trotted beside me. "You know, I'm half tempted to take Coach up on his offer."
"What is that?" Chase jogged on the other side of Bam.
"The one where he offered to send us into December," Bam said. "The anticipation is killing my ass."
"Maybe your ass should be more patient," Hawk suggested. "What was up with Pinky anyway?" He ran on my other side and gave me a concerned look.
"I think he's under the impression I put the confetti in his shoes," I said.
"Did you?" Hawk asked.
"No." I pulled off my helmet and let it dangle from my fingers. "I'm starting to think I should have." I looked sideways at Chase. "Any idea who did it?"
"Why would I have any idea?" Chase asked. He gave me his best innocent-as-shit face.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Because either you do or Bam does. And if it was Bam, it would probably have been custard."
"Hell yeah, it would," Bam said. "I've never done that one, thanks for the idea." He grinned.
"Sounds like a waste of custard to me," Hawk said.
"Either way, it wasn't me, so if anyone wants to own up, I'd love to get Pinky off my back." I looked around at them.
"What's with the name Pinky anyway?" Bam asked.
"What's with the name Bam?" Hawk teased. "His middle name is Pinkerton."
