The Blind to infidelity between his girlfriend and best friend Side.

Holy shit, we're going to do this. we might actually do this. Don't get me wrong, I believe in my team: those are my guys. Plus, we have a genuinely talented squad this year. But up 14 on Avalon? We're killing it, man, these guys are legit. As long as we can keep their offense and that prettyboy quarterback of theirs from heating up, we got this. I'm confident though, we've had him shook ever since we starting shifting the entire defensive front pre-snap. What's that? We punted? Oh shit better strap up.

Okay let's see what we got here. Hmm, their huddle looks a little weird, maybe they put something new in at halftime. Maybe they're going gun, or pistol? No. I know everyone calls this kid that chosen one, but no high school quarterback is cycling through formations like that. Oh, shit, they're getting to the line. Okay, let's see here, receiver out left, weak side, one split right on the strong side, two backs split in the backfield with the QB, four linemen. Wait a minute! One, two, three... HOLY SHIT FOUR LINEMEN. They're missing a guard, but where is he. Is that him? On the sideline talking to a cheerleader? Hey, there's a game going on, bud. You might be interested in it.

"DOWN, READY READY. BLUE, 42, RAZOR, RAZOR SET....HUT"

Holy shit they really aren't gonna block me. There he is, the QB. You ain't gonna be so pretty after this, boy.

"UHG. WHOOO! YEAH BABY! EXCALIBUR THAT, PUSSY! SAY HI TO THE GROUND FOR ME, BITCH!"

Oh shit, he's down. I really got him. Hell yeah. Serves them right for not having control enough over their players to have the right amount of people on the field. Oh shit, he's up. That was quick. Oh, damn, they're already lining up. Here's their guard, a play too late.

"Nice of you to show up, bud."

"READY READY! BLUE 90, BLUE 90 SET HUT SET HUTHUT."

Ow! Shit, oh my god, did I get hit by a truck? What the hell happened? 21-13. What? How did that happen. They, what? Who are these people? Why are they running towards me? No, I'm fine, I'll get up off the ground in a little bit. Concussion? What? I've never even been to Europe. Oh man. Well, I think we'll be okay. They got one lucky score, but we'll get the win.