I scan the field looking for Dylan, and find him doing the same thing, but searching the crowd. When he looks in our direction, he freezes, still as a post, not even a twitch, until a teammate whacks him on the back, drawing his attention. He moves to follow, but not before looking back over his shoulder and offering a half wave. It’s difficult to make eye contact with his helmet on, so I don’t wave back. You know, in case it was directed at someone else. It was definitely me. Joel chuckles beside me. “That was fun; may have even thrown him off his game.” I smack him in the arm but can’t
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