a girl,â she said.
Ben said, âItâs just that youâre not always willing to try.â
âBecause I donât care enough to try,â she said.
âYou coming to the game?â Ben said.
âWouldnât miss it,â Lily said.
It felt like the whole Rockwell Rams team missed the game, at least the first half of it.
They were behind 12â0 and it could have been worse than that if Midvaleâs fullback didnât fumble on the Ramsâ five-yard line with thirty seconds left before halftime.
âPut it this way,â Coop said to Ben as they walked off the field, ânobody would say weâre exactly crushing it so far.â
âWeâre gonna get crushed if we donât step on it a little,â Ben said.
âYou think I should give a halftime speech and remind the rest of the guys that, like, this isnât a scrimmage?â Coop said. âThat the game counts ?â
âI have a feeling the Coach is going to point that out without your help.â
âThatâs what Iâm afraid of,â Coop said. âThis is not going to be pretty.â
Coach was fine, though, mostly telling everybody to relax, that not once in his whole career had he ever won a championship in the first half of the first game of the season. And had never lost one.
Coach OâBrien was actually smiling when he said, âWeâre down a couple of scores in a Pop Warner game. Itâs not like youâre all going to be held back a year in school if we donât come back. Even though we are coming back.â
He told them that he wasnât going to change much on his substitution pattern, not just because league rules said that everybody in uniform had to be out there for at least eight plays, but because he wanted to see what they all could do in a real game situation. Especially now that Midvale had come at them pretty hard.
âOne of the greatest lines I ever heard in sports came from Mike Tyson, when he was still a great boxer and not in the movies,â Coach said. âBefore a fight one time he said, âEverybodyâs got a plan till they get hit.â Well, weâve been hit now. So weâre the ones who are gonna have a different plan in the second half. Okay?â
They all nodded.
âBut the plan does not include anybody on this team hanging his head,â Coach said. âGot it?â
Hardly anything had gone right for them in the first half. Shawn had missed all but two of his passes. And the Shawn that Ben had started to like and wanted to like after the two of them shared a pizza together had gone right back to being the Bad Shawn heâd see at practice. Grabbing his helmet when heâd miss a pass, or somebody would drop one on him, as Darrelle had in the open field. Staring with his hands on his hips after Conor Hale, their left tackle, missed a block and Shawn got sacked.
But most of it was directed at himself today. One time, waiting for Kevin Nolti to bring in the play from the sidelines, Shawn walked a few yards away from the huddle, put his head down, and said to himself, âI stink !â
Not only was Shawn playing tight today, he was making the other guys on offense tight. The more he missed with his passes, the worse it got. And once Midvale realized the Rams had no real passing game, at least so far, they started bringing more guys up close to the line of scrimmage to stop the run, one of the big reasons why Benâs longest run from scrimmage had been four yards.
The one time he did slip out of the backfield to catch a short pass from Shawn â one of Shawnâs two completions â Midvaleâs middle linebacker dropped him after a one-yard gain.
âYou good?â Sam had asked Ben earlier in the day.
Not even close , Ben thought, at least not so far.
They had waited all summer for football season to start, even when they were having their summer fun playing All-Stars after the