After my old high school coach had to step down due to allegations of him saying that mild buffalo was the best BWW sauce, I was contacted by my old school to take over the reigns as head coach of the football team. Considering the only thing I was doing at the time was competing for a playoff spot with the Copperheads, I graciously accepted the offer. First things first: out with the old, in with the new. Instead of running the triple option or the west coast or something boring like that, I decided to instate the greatest offensive playstyle in football: air raid. Quick relievers, a guy who can sling it, running backs and OLine don't matter. I wanted to tell my players about the success I had in the ISFL. But at that point, I had been 5 year vet with no playoff appearances or awards. So I instead told them what it was like to almost make it and they seemed to be fine with that. Game day. Things were going great. We were scoring touchdown after touchdown after flurries of bombs. When all of the sudden, I realized I forgot to do anything to our defense. With less than a minute left, the score was 75-73 with our opponents in the lead. We had no defense and we needed a stop. We were able to force third down, somehow, when a miracle happened. The opposing QB took the snap when all of the sudden, his pants fell down. He immediately dropped the ball in order to cover his crotch. One of the defensive guys recovered it and brought it in for 6. I taught them the old "stealing the QB's belt" trick well.
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