Goddamn it, son! Listen to me. You’re embarrassing yourself. You’re embarrassing your family. Get your ass low, keep your eyes open, and run for your life! And wouldn’t you know it, the very next play—42 Trap for the third time in a row, to show how much faith Coach Walton had in his men and how little imagination he had in his playbook—I scored my first and last touchdown as an Atwell Archer. It wasn’t the thought of embarrassing myself that did it, as I was no more or less ashamed than usual. It wasn’t the fear of embarrassing my family, none of whom came to any of my games, which I knew
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