Saint Joseph School

Cyrus spun around spotting Ty across the field. He took off running and picked him up piggy backing him across the field yelling the whole way as Ty laughed. Ty smacked the top of his helmet once and thrust his fist into the air yelling along with him.

Cyrus squirted water in his mouth and then over his head. The helmet was uncomfortable and the pads more so.

Why did he have to wear all of this anyway? He'd be faster if he could just drop the forty pounds of dead weight. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he saw Bill.

"No excuses. Just ...

Cyrus cussed at himself sitting down on the bench. He was so mad at himself for letting him get by.

"How could you do that? He was right there! What's wrong with you!"

He remembered his meditation techniques and closed his eyes and focused on his breathing.

"Take the anger. Focus it. Control ...

Cyrus stood on the side lines watching the other players. He was unsure what to do with himself. He shifted uncomfortably in his pads watching the returning players already in the full swing of things. He didn't really care about football. That's not what brought him to the tryouts. What brought him ...