A/N: I am so obsessed with this show. With Tim Riggins, in particular. But this one is for Jason, because the beginning of the show is so fascinating and heartbreaking.
Game day, and he's shining, shining like the lights. You could light a match off of what's inside him.
It's larger than life.
"You high, Six?" Tim jibes, playing with his helmet strap. Tim's easy, sarcastic drawl is as deceptively unexcited as usual, but Jason can tell he's on his game today.
"Just feelin' it."
"Yeah."
They run out as champions. It's like Tim said once, half-drunk as always, but more poetic than usual: nothing can touch us.
He plays like it's his last game.
Nothing can touch us.
He can't lose this.
Nothing.
He's so angry, so strong, so fast. He runs and he launches, head down.
The pain, when it hits him, seems larger than life.