#if this looks like a mess in the sense of sporstball formations do not tell me bc i do not care

[bastardtrait]

But unfortunately at the end of it, Konner had been right: Toby's football game was slipping, bad, and no one really knew why. Toby didn't think he knew, either.

transcript:

Copperdale small football field

COACH CALLER: Alright, boys, let's see some good, proper form today! All of you! Remember what we talked about! FOOTBALL TEAM: Yes, coach!

TOBY: Got it, coach!

[SFX: Heavy thudding sounds]

TOBY: (groaning) TEAMMATE: I got it! COACH CALLER: Oh, come on!

TOBY: Agh, fuck! COACH CALLER: Shit tackle technique, Prescott! You could've seriously hurt him! Lucky, get up! Walk it off! TOBY: Ugh…Jesus Christ, Konner.