My family and Ryder huddled up next to the lawn to watch the game between my brother and me. My family did their usual thing of making bets. Josh looked over-ignorant when we got into our positions. I might not be some kind of star player or know a lot about playing the game but I knew enough to give my brother some competition.
The twins decided to be on his side because after all, he is our star player and momma's little boy. My dad decided to be our referee and as per usual, explained the rules and made sure we understood before killing each other. "Clean game, children." Our dad said and then pretended to blow on a whistle. One of the twins kicked the ball, it was a little wobbly as it flew into the air and gave me a good run for it.
I caught it, surprising my brother who was waiting
