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She rolls her lips together and winces, holding back a laugh. “Come on. She was so excited, and Lindy picked the cutest one. I mean, if I can’t spoil my baby sister, who can I spoil?”
“Eight of you have been spoiling this kid her entire life. It’s okay to tell her no every now and then,” I remind Lenny as Jules laughs at me.
“It was ahell nofrom me when Kenzie asked. She’s got a baby brother. She doesn’t need a puppy too,” Jules adds and taps her wine glass to ours. “Cheers to another Kings season.”
I tap my glass to theirs. “I’ll drink to that.”
* * *
Brandon
The rivalry between the Baltimore Sentinels and the Philadelphia Kings is decades old. It was there long before Coach Joe Sinclair took up the head coach position for the Kings. Long before Declan Sinclair became the most winning quarterback in NFL history. And long before his brother-in-law, Brady Ryan, became the Sentinels’ quarterback, or his stepbrother, Aiden Murphy, joined the team on their defensive line.
Now, the rivalry has been taken to a whole new level.
Our fans hate each other.
Hate may be too nice a word.
People were tailgating in the parking lots for the one o’clock game before we all got here early this morning. The crowd is a shit show. The game is a bloodbath.
Sometimes I think Coach would rather win this game than the big game at the end of the season, just for bragging rights at Thanksgiving. And we usually win, but not last year. Last year, they beat us both times we went up against them. But we’re better this year.
We knew this game would be a test of wills.
A back and forth.
The Sentinels are good.
But they’re not as good as us, and we refuse to lose this fucking game.
The icy rain pelts our faces and makes everyone’s moves sloppy.
Dangerous on turf.
And it’s fucking freezing. But this is football weather. And it’s fucking glorious.
“We ready, boys?” Dec yells into the huddle once he gets the go-ahead from Coach. “We got sixty seconds and a half a yard to go to victory. Who wants the W today? I know I fucking do.”
The guys yell back, and I know we’ve fucking got this.
This is our war, and these are my brothers.
Nothing is stopping us from winning this game.
“Quarterback sneak. But line up in shotgun formation. They’re not gonna know what hits them. You got it in you, Dix?” He asks me because this play is won or lost on my fucking back.
“Fuck yeah, QB. We got this.”
“Ready? Break,” Dec yells and claps his hands before we all move into formation.
I check the Sentinels D line, looking for Murphy. Knowing he’s coming for me.
Reading the defense.
“Odd. Odd. Odd,” I call out to my offense.
Letting them know I’ve got a guy on top of me before I snap the ball, so they know where to adjust. And when I snap the football, I barrel through the Sentinels’ defense, fighting through Aiden Murphy and anyone else who gets in my way.
