Howard
"Dude, what are you doing? You're going the wrong way!"
"Get your head in the game!"
I groaned. I'd heard that several times already today, and we were barely half an hour into practice. I was laying under a pile of heavy football players, and the weight on my chest was making it a little hard to breath. I was grateful when they pulled away quickly, and someone, Ted, held a hand to me to help me up.
"Thanks," I said, taking his offered hand.
I winced when I stood up, and it got me a pat on the back.
"Are you okay? That looked a bit rough, but I think you might have tripped before anyone even landed on you."
"I'm fine." I stretched the muscles in my body, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong, just a bit of ache in my back from the fall. "I'm good, the guys were ju
