Willy screamed, nearly bouncing out of his seat and into the aisle as he stomped his feet. “Come on—get the first down!” His team was just inches short of a first down. All they had to do was move the ball five or six inches and they’d keep possession. They were trailing by nine points with only six minutes left in the fourth quarter, so a chance to score was pretty important. Way down below him on the field, he saw the team move into punt formation. The bad news was repeated larger than life across the stadium on the JumboTron. Willy howled in rage. Next to him, his older brother, Ken, screamed, too. “You idiots!” he yelled. Willy shook his head. “I don’t know why we root for those guys.” He winced as he watched the punt. “I knew they’d blow it.” The kick was a short one. No hang time at all. The other team ran the ball all the way back to the fifty-yard line. This was not good. “They’re total losers,” Ken said. Willy just shook his head. He couldn’t believe that the team hadn’t tried for a first down.
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