I make a run for the endzone. The 50, the 40, the 30, the 20, the 10... TOUCHDOWN! I raise the ball above my head in victory celebration, still charging full speed. I spring over the fence still holding the ball in one hand and take off down the hill and into the forest. This is the last you see of me.

Fumbled. Flag on the play. Obviously wasn't in position.

You hit a jew bitch in the face. They were fighting over what they thought was eating a foreskin after a bris.