Connor
"You're killing us!" Russel, one of our team's wingers, crawled on the floor dramatically panting. "I can't run any more laps. My legs are killing me."
"Connor you're being evil," Ted sat down on the dewy grass dramatically then chugged a bottle of water. "We know you're eager to beat EJ but this is ridiculous. By the time we get to the stadium we'll be nothing. There won't be any players left on the pitch."
I folded my arms over my chest and looked at them with an imposing look. "Zachery is coping just fine."
The fifteen men turned to look at Zachery who was busy stretching with a happy smile. "He's nineteen! He could run the whole day and not break a sweat!" Henry yelled.
"And I'm thirty and thriving," I grinned.
"Connor it's enough," Coach walked onto the field with the assistant coaches. "You've done good today. The boys need a rest for the next two days before we leave Friday."
