23 Blast Page #7

- Redhound Pride!

Go.

You got this, Trav.

All right, boys, here we go.

Twins left.

No, check that,

let's run something else.

Are you serious?

Cameron, you're at center.

Kyle, you are at guard.

Travis, you're in the backfield.

Wait, what? Jerry.

You're not screwing this up!

Run the damn play.

Hey, there is no damn way in

hell Kyle can score in a sweep.

And you know that. But Travis

can run 23 Blast in his sleep!

But the handoff, man.

Don't worry about it,

I'll get you the ball.

All you gotta do is run straight ahead.

You can run a straight line, can't you?

- Why are you doing this, man?

- 'Cause I'm the quarterback.

And you, you're Travis Freeman.

Make a hole!

Hit that linebacker

like he's your old man.

- Let's do it, boys.

- Sweet.

- 23 Blast on 1. Ready?

- Break!

Fasten your seatbelts, folks,

this is roll up time.

It's a full house back field,

with Madden, Saunders and...

Wait a minute, that's number 63.

- Travis is in the backfield!

- He's what?

- What the hell?!

- No, he didn't!

Yeah, he did.

Fingertips!

Down!

Black 22!

You're gonna be fine.

Black 22!

- Feel your balance...

- I think you should play.

- In the middle...

- Set!

- Travis Freeman...

- ...and myself...

Relax.

Whom shall I fear?

Hut!

It's gonna be close.

What's the call?

What's the call?

The refs are

digging in the pile.

Touchdown!

I knew it, I knew it, I told ya!

Guess who's

going to the playoffs!

Corbin Redhounds, win!

Son of a gun!

Yes, yes, whoo!

- Yeah!

- Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Meet me at the top!

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