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Post by Mr. Jacobs on Feb 1, 2009 11:02:22 GMT -6
"Run faster you pussies! Get your asses moving! You want those Westfield wimps to beat us again?" Mr. Jacobs barked at the players. They were all decked out in their full uniforms running from one end of the field to the other, even the line men. This year Westfield Academy would not beat them. Mr. Jacobs was tired of them winning year after year, this time, they wouldn't be so lucky. Even if they lost this year he was at least going to take out as many of their players as possible. This was going to be the roughest football game between the two teams in history.
The coach paced back and forth, his aviator sunglasses glistening in the light. Usually he wasn't such a jerk to the team, but the Westfield vs. Castle Hill game was the first one of the season and he was bound and determined to make a statement at the game. Besides, the guys would get over it. They had stuck through the last few seasons with him and they weren't about to just give up now. He had a true team, one that was just as determined to win as he was. They had heart and strength all they needed was this win.
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