I hated Coach Landon with a passion.
"Come on, you twinks! More drills now!" He bellowed, whistling for Alex to stay on his tracks in front of me.
My hamstrings burned as he made us do another twelve laps, and then we hit the grass for push-ups. He said this tactic would make us stronger for tomorrow's first game, but it was hard enough as it was, and Brady's pissy attitude had led to the entire team being punished.
"That's not fair," Brady protested, his form drenched in sweat.
"Do you want to make it thirteen?" Coach Landon threatened.
"Just shut your mouth, Brady," Tyler groggily snapped.
"Sorry, coach." Brady zipped his lips and returned to his ab crunches.
The reality of the situation sank in: tomorrow was our first game against the Beavers from Los Angeles. The guys seemed poi
