Mega and I have decided to do something a little fun. I just recently learned that it's called a "Round Robin", but something tells me in cases like that, the other person knows what to expect. Not in this case. We have decided to take turns on entries to write something based solely on previous entries and our own ideas. In other words, we have no idea what the other person will do until we learn to anticipate what the other person is thinking. So with that said, there's bound to be some random moments that make you question your sanity. Have fun!
His breath hangs in the air from the over-exertion of his body. He knows this because every time that he exhales through his mouth the cold air makes it visible. But that shouldn't be on his mind right now. At the current moment he needs to focus on his job of making sure that none of the other people get passed him to the Quarterback. He makes this his only goal and pretends that it's exactly why he was born. When he finally has this set into his mind he claps once with the rest of the circle. He quickly makes his way to the line, the place on the center's right flank.
"You ready for this, Hoss?"
Hoss, as he's called by the rest of the team and some of the other people at school, looks over to the beaten, bloody and bruised Center and nods once. The two fall into position, making sure to get low to the ground as the opposing team readies themselves. The Center grips the ball hard before stealing one last look at Hoss. As usual Hoss is closing his eyes, no doubt visualizing the other players as threats to his family like he usually does. But this is only part of the truth. Hoss is not only picturing the other team as would-be murderers, but he's also visualizing the play that they were told to carry out. It's a bit of a stretch for them, but considering the fact that there are only a few seconds left on the clock, they were needing something drastic. And the success of the play lies heavily on Hoss shoulders.
"Remember, Hoss..."
"1.."
"this is your big chance."
"2.."
"So get your head..."
"3.."
"IN THE GAME!!!"
"Hike!"
The instant that he sees that ball move even an inch, Hoss snaps forward. He fuels all of his hatred of the other players, now murderers in his eyes, into his legs and feels the impact. The pain is nothing to him now. Normally he would get a hard pain in his shoulders and head despite the twenty-something pounds of protective gear, but that no longer exists to him now. All that exists in his mind are the other players and the ball. Because of this he drives his left shoulder into the stomach of the 200 pound player before him and pushes him to the side into another player using his helmet and neck as the driving force. He then notices another person coming straight towards him, the Middle Linebacker based on his position, but he's quickly taken care of by the right Tackle.
With his path now clear, Hoss sees his objective. Instinctively he lowers himself again, though not quite as low as before, and directs his energy into his legs again. He shoots through the mass of bodies slamming against each other and chases after his target, his team's Wide Reciever. Normally someone from his position would never be the guard for such a fast individual, but this game calls for something drastic. Because of that need, Hoss was called to live up to his name and try to keep up with the fastest person on their team. All so that he can intercept anyone looking to take the short man down.
The first chance appears rather quickly for the young man. Hoss eyes the one hoping to at best intercept the ball to prevent them from getting the last touchdown, but he didn't count on the freight train closing in from behind. Hoss prepares his body for the impact and lowers his shoulder again, but keeping his head high this time. In this position he slams hard into the back of the would-be villain and sends the sound of impact through the entire arena, a feat not easily accomplished considering all of the cheering. But he doesn't have time to admire his work. Hoss instead focuses all of his attention on keeping up with the speed demon that now has the ball.
The rest of the short trip, consisting of only thirty yards or so, proves to be uneventful. Hoss does his best to keep up with the other person, but that's something none of them can ever do. Instead they all just hope to not fall too far behind, which ends up being the case this time around. But Hoss did something that none of the others have ever been able to accomplish. Despite his size he managed to lose only three yards to the fast individual. This becomes most apparent in the celebratory slam from the reciever. But that's all that Hoss can recieve. Instead of joining in on the celebrating on the field, he falls to the ground in an attempt to regain his energy. The was bound to be a party tonight, there always is if they win the game a week before the Homecoming game.
His breath hangs in the air from the over-exertion of his body. He knows this because every time that he exhales through his mouth the cold air makes it visible. But that shouldn't be on his mind right now. At the current moment he needs to focus on his job of making sure that none of the other people get passed him to the Quarterback. He makes this his only goal and pretends that it's exactly why he was born. When he finally has this set into his mind he claps once with the rest of the circle. He quickly makes his way to the line, the place on the center's right flank.
"You ready for this, Hoss?"
Hoss, as he's called by the rest of the team and some of the other people at school, looks over to the beaten, bloody and bruised Center and nods once. The two fall into position, making sure to get low to the ground as the opposing team readies themselves. The Center grips the ball hard before stealing one last look at Hoss. As usual Hoss is closing his eyes, no doubt visualizing the other players as threats to his family like he usually does. But this is only part of the truth. Hoss is not only picturing the other team as would-be murderers, but he's also visualizing the play that they were told to carry out. It's a bit of a stretch for them, but considering the fact that there are only a few seconds left on the clock, they were needing something drastic. And the success of the play lies heavily on Hoss shoulders.
"Remember, Hoss..."
"1.."
"this is your big chance."
"2.."
"So get your head..."
"3.."
"IN THE GAME!!!"
"Hike!"
The instant that he sees that ball move even an inch, Hoss snaps forward. He fuels all of his hatred of the other players, now murderers in his eyes, into his legs and feels the impact. The pain is nothing to him now. Normally he would get a hard pain in his shoulders and head despite the twenty-something pounds of protective gear, but that no longer exists to him now. All that exists in his mind are the other players and the ball. Because of this he drives his left shoulder into the stomach of the 200 pound player before him and pushes him to the side into another player using his helmet and neck as the driving force. He then notices another person coming straight towards him, the Middle Linebacker based on his position, but he's quickly taken care of by the right Tackle.
With his path now clear, Hoss sees his objective. Instinctively he lowers himself again, though not quite as low as before, and directs his energy into his legs again. He shoots through the mass of bodies slamming against each other and chases after his target, his team's Wide Reciever. Normally someone from his position would never be the guard for such a fast individual, but this game calls for something drastic. Because of that need, Hoss was called to live up to his name and try to keep up with the fastest person on their team. All so that he can intercept anyone looking to take the short man down.
The first chance appears rather quickly for the young man. Hoss eyes the one hoping to at best intercept the ball to prevent them from getting the last touchdown, but he didn't count on the freight train closing in from behind. Hoss prepares his body for the impact and lowers his shoulder again, but keeping his head high this time. In this position he slams hard into the back of the would-be villain and sends the sound of impact through the entire arena, a feat not easily accomplished considering all of the cheering. But he doesn't have time to admire his work. Hoss instead focuses all of his attention on keeping up with the speed demon that now has the ball.
The rest of the short trip, consisting of only thirty yards or so, proves to be uneventful. Hoss does his best to keep up with the other person, but that's something none of them can ever do. Instead they all just hope to not fall too far behind, which ends up being the case this time around. But Hoss did something that none of the others have ever been able to accomplish. Despite his size he managed to lose only three yards to the fast individual. This becomes most apparent in the celebratory slam from the reciever. But that's all that Hoss can recieve. Instead of joining in on the celebrating on the field, he falls to the ground in an attempt to regain his energy. The was bound to be a party tonight, there always is if they win the game a week before the Homecoming game.