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For the next forty-five minutes, Sam explains to me how the game works, as he always does because I attend games too far in between so I tend to forget all the bits by the next time. I cheered on with the others when they displayed their prowess and skills. We’re well into the second round snacking on hot dogs and popcorn, I opted for a soda instead of beer and it’s been fun so far, probably because the Hawks were leading.

My heart is constantly humping and I’m at the edge of my seat, my right foot bouncing in anticipation.

Ah! The taste of victory was exhilarating.

Hannah seems to have screamed her voice away. Kyle shoots the balls once more and the receiver sprints like the wind and before I know it the Hawks score another touchdown.

The screams are deafening.

“Whooo!”

Sam puts two fingers to his lips and blows a piercing whistle, he wasn’t the only one.

The cheerleaders on the side of the field do cartwheels and summersaults cheering loudly and waving their pompoms.

Han