“Go, Jeremy!” Elizabeth shouts, jumping out of her seat as Jeremy receives the ball and makes a mad dash down the field. Emily and I jump up as well, both of us screaming at him to run, not like he can hear us. “Go, go, go!”

“And with a 45-yard dash, number 45, Jeremy Slater, has scored the winning touchdown!” The announcer’s voice booms over the bleachers and across the field. Our side of the bleachers starts going wild with excitement.

“He did ...