You’re 15. Kinda small for your age and weigh like noting for some reason. At your brothers football game it’s the end. Their team won. But now it’s time for the Gatorade bath. and it’s freezing cold. And you’re their target. The whole team’s target actually. You’re pretty close with the team. You’re sprinting down the field so you don’t get soaked but you get caught and they pick you up and drag you along with them and your two older brothers who are both 17 do the honors of soaking as you try to squirm from their grip laughing. Before you get caught the coach for the football team and the track team is cheering you on saying your name “going down the field! Will they make it!? Who knows?!” And you are captain of the track team.