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[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Sports Authority Field - Denver, Colorado (approximately 5,280 feet (1609 meters) above sea level)
[b][color=gray]Interacting With[/color][/b]: Westworth High's Football Team
[b]Now Listening To[/b]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkOCJTG83AQ]Don't Let Me Go - G-Eazy ft. Grace[/url]
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Today was the big day. Westworth High School was back in the 5A Colorado State Championship after many, many years of not doing so. At the helm was Ryan Townsend. The legend himself. Over forty-five touchdowns in the regular season alone,the third most passing yards in a season, and the second best completion percentage out every quarterback in the entirety of the state of Colorado ever. Him being good was an understatement. 

But today, Ryan would leave all of that behind and forget that those records were ever a thing. The most important thing for this team was a championship and the '16-'17 team had the opportunity to do so. 

All that was on his mind today was the game. Was he nervous? Yes he was. Everyone was nervous. Some boasted that they weren't, but those people were often the ones that were the most nervous. It was either that they were incredibly nervous, or they didn't care at all. Today was one of those days were it was best for Ryan to keep his cool and remain silent. He didn't want to appear overwhelmed, especially as the team leader. 

The Wolves were on the field for their last practice before the game tonight. It was expected to snow tonight, which put a damper on Coach's plans. Originally the plan had been to utilize the running back a little more than usual, since the air was way more dense up here and balls traveled further. But, after finding out that their parade was going to be snowed on, the coach had switched it up. Everyone was going to be slipping and blind and cold. It was going to be a miserable game for sure. 

After the warmup routine and stretching, the team got to running their drills and going through their gameplan one last time. It was their last full practice the game. The entire team was dressed up in their practice gear as they huddled up around the coach. Coach had wanted to focus on the offense first, considering that he had just announced that the offensive gameplan was shifting toward the opposite of what they had set out to do. Ryan didn't mind the shift. It wasn't like he was annoyed that he didn't have to hand it off as much to his beloved running back. He just had to use his arm more often. 

The first play that they were going to use a lot more often was called and Ryan had repeated it to the huddle. [color=0076ab]"Alright here go we got 72 Ghost Left Tosser Right on set. 72 Ghost Left Tosser Right on set. Ready? Break!"[/color] The offense broke into their formation and had lined up appropriately. Ryan stepped up to the center and crouched right behind him. To the untrained eye, this [url=http://i2.wp.com/www.thefootballeducator.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/TGC-Quarterback-hands-under-center.jpg]position[/url] looked semi awkward. Ryan overlooked the defense in his weird squat-sit position. "[color=0076ab]Ready... SET![/color]" The ball was snapped and Ryan took it in his hands. He dropped back seven steps before overlooking what his receivers were doing. Cooper and Dixon had broken to the right side of the field and beat the people that were on them. As he was scanning for the open person again he was moving his feet as if he were stepping on hot coal. This was done in order to keep himself mobile and ready to run if someone was about to sack him. Locating Dixon across the middle of the field, he stepped up into the pocket which was still maintained by his offensive line. Cocking his arm back, it quickly came forward and released the ball it possessed at an incredibly fast speed. The ball flew like a rocket over the defensive lineman and found its targets into Sean Dixon's hands as he went to the ground and secured the catch. 

After running plays for about an hour, the last play of the practice was called. "[color=0076ab]Gun Strong Right Flex Zone Read on two. Gun Strong Right Flex Zone Read on two. Break![/color]" Lining up again, Ryan stared down the defense. This time he wasn't practically dry humping the center as he examined what the defense was giving him. This time his beloved Aidan was right next to him. [color=0076ab]"White 80! White 80! Set... Hut! Hut!"[/color] On the second hut, the ball was snapped and Ryan immediately moved his body to a forty five degree angle and stuck the ball out as if he was handing it off to his running back. He stared down the right defensive end which was running toward them unblocked. He pulled the ball and let Aidan and Jackson collide before taking off and running for dear life.

After coach blew the whistle, everyone knew that it was the end of practice and they went back to the locker room. Everyone took their helmets off if they hadn't already, and took the long stroll back into it. It was surreal that they got to use the same locker rooms that the Denver Broncos had utilized. Professional football players were in these rooms, and now this team of high school players were in that same locker room. Ryan had gone to his own corner locker and took off his gear, placing it in the locker. But before everyone went back to the bus to the hotel, one of the players had called for a prayer. Everyone took a knee as someone stood up to lead the post-practice prayer. Everyone called this man Preacher because of how much he loved God. 

"Dear God, we thank you for this game..." He trailed on, reciting the prayer he always said after every practice. It was routine at this point. Hell, even the non-Christians participated in it because of how inspiring it was, "...Amen." The rest of the team had repeated the religious saying and headed off to the bus, where they would go back to the hotel and get a chance to nap, shower, and whatnot before game time.