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Two days later, Scott was out on the football field, facing the team from Lancaster High.
"Man, these wimps are goin' down," Scott's best friend Jeremy Lyons sneered. Scott shook his head.
"It's just a game, man. Don't go postal on the poor guys," he responded.
"Hey, who's side are you on?" Jeremy questioned.
"Ours, of course. But we just want to kick their butts over the field, not kill them," Scott answered. The referee blew his whistle, indicating the start of the game. Everyone went into action. Scott was unstoppable. Once he had the ball, no one could touch him. The crowd reacted wildly. Barringer was awesome.
"Come on, Scott! Go, go, go, go, go, go!" Elaine shrieked. She had never been much for football, but when it was her stepson playing, it was completely different. And he had been incredibly patient with her, explaining the rules and how scoring worked. Two hours later, the final call was heard.
"Touchdown, Scott Barringer!" someone over the P.A. system announced. Everyone cheered. Scott's teammates jumped on his back, slapped him on the arm, and basically went berserk. Scott laughed and looked out to the crowd to see his father and stepmother coming his way.
"Guys! Over here!" he called. He moved through the other players and walked up to them.
"Great game, Scott," Martin stated, hugging him fiercely.
"Thanks, Dad," Scott acknowledged. He grunted as the hug grew tighter. "Uh…Dad?" he croaked.
"Martin, I think Scott would like to breathe," Elaine said.
"Oh, sorry," Martin apologized, releasing his hold.
"Congratulations," Elaine said with a smile. "Come on, let's go get some ice cream. My treat," she continued.
"Great," Scott agreed. With that, they all walked to the car.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
As far as I know, I made up Lancaster High. If that's your school, tell me and I'll change it.