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[color=lightgray]Just because it was winter didn't mean that it was time to take off. After all, this was Florida. It never snowed here, let alone get actually cold. The holidays were always a time for Jack Goff to be training. His blade needed to be sharpened. He couldn't let things get dull, especially with so much at stake this year. Offers were rolling in from across the country everywhere, from as far as Hawaii and as close as down the street in Miami. He had the chance to further his football or basketball career. He wasn't going to become complacent just because schools were interested in him. Complacency breeds mediocrity, and Jack Goff was anything but mediocre. He was on the field, enlisting the help of one of his cousins to throw passes at him while he ran routes.

Jack Goff couldn't be sloppy or lazy. They had to be crisp, sleek, quick, and so precise that he could cut on a dime. That was the mantra he lived by as a wide receiver, and today was just another chip at the sculpture of being the best wide receiver he could be. Standing on the left hash mark, Jack was watching his cousin, who then hiked the ball and prompted Jack to run. Fifteen yard post. Full steam ahead all the way to the thirty five yard line, then he was going to cut at a slight angle and continue to run toward the endzone. The wind whizzed past his ears, as if he was flying down the sideline. Passing the thirty yard line, he was getting ready to cut. A quick plant would be enough to change his direction and create some hypothetical separation.

Planting his foot at the 35 yard line, he was moved at the correct angle, looking back at the quarterback who had already thrown the ball at his way. Leaping up as it closed to him, Jack plucked the football out of the air and came down with it, finishing off the run before slowing down. Jogging his way back to his cousin, Jack had a smile on his face. It was a perfect route, at least in his opinion. Even though it was just him and his cousin, Jack was acting as if he had the eyes of many scouts on him. It was the perfect mentality to have, as it was motivating him to perform at his peak.

Walking back, Jack exhaled, rubbing his neck.[color=53F0FF]"Good throw, dude![/color] He smiled, before turning around to the rest of the field. Taking a deep breath, he was huffing. Running at full speed took a lot out of him, but he couldn't just give up and hold back. It was balls to the wall, one hundred percent of the time. [color=53F0FF]"Why don't we try a streak? Full send."[/color] Jack started to jog over to the sideline, where he would typically be assigned for a route like this. He looked at his quarterback and smiled, [color=53F0FF]"Ready when you are."[/color][/color]