Loathing Logan
I don't know why it had slipped my mind.
The boys ran, and lifted coach Mitchell off his feet and jumped up ad down as they held him steady.
They unrolled the huge banner, though it was faced the opposite from us.
Logan was number 56, so I knew it was him walking when I saw his jersey. He walked stealthy, dragging his feet a bit. I knew he was tired. He had just played his heart out there, and I couldn't of been happier for him right now.
He walked towards the boys that were announcing, and as if they already knew. One of the boys chuckled, grabbed the microphone off the pedestal and past it to him. He took off his helmet, wiped his sweat with his jersey, and flipped his hair off his forehea
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