" Sighing, I trotted out onto the field and took up position on the special teams unit. Max saw me and hurried over, looking alarmed. “You’re playing?” “Theoretically.” He patted my arm. “Go get ’em.” “Right.” I looked at the opposing line. Taj was there, eyeing me like I was a piece of beef jerky. Our returner, a superfast, stocky kid named Pete, was waiting at the far end of the field. I just had to run around the line, get down there, and tackle him. No problem. I fidgeted nervously, waiting for the snap. I missed the bench already. “Hut!” the punter shouted, and our long snapper tossed it back to him. I took the long way around the line, just missing an arm bar from Taj. I really wasn’t very fast, but I wasn’t slow either. I made it around the defensive line and started for Pete, who was already "

― Wesley King , OCDaniel