After we scored the winning goal, we hugged each other on the field. When we tried to break up, we were stuck. No amount of pulling and twisting could loosen us. The refs and other team had already left. Parents tried to separate us unsuccessfully. We cried like babies. I had to pee. We tried walking backwards to the dressing room. Thunder and lightning suddenly struck. Rain pelted down. We staggered in the mud. Out of the trees a tall figure emerged. He raised his arms to the sky and spoke in a strange language. Fire erupted all around us.
We had beaten a Catholic school for the championship. God was not happy.
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