We had a fairly well-practiced session.
Until Brady messed things up with his slow movements. He moved like a drunken elephant on the field, and we had to endure Coach Landon's piercing screams.
"I had it right there!" Brady was a hot-headed guy who didn't handle criticism well. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his body trembled slightly as he shouted.
"You move like a pregnant woman. You're failing your team!" Coach Landon was merciless, but his harshness came from a place of wanting us to be better because he believed in our potential.
"He'll be better next time." I had to intervene or a fight would break out within our team. Coach Landon was right; Brady retreated with his helmet clutched between his hand and his hipbone.
"Talk some sense into him, would you?" Coach Landon asked me,
