Austin is in the middle of his first season of football.
He hates his life.
Actually, he just hates practice.
.The first few weeks he cried and cried begging my mom not to make him go.
He would cry hours before, cry while getting dressed and ready, cry all the way there.
Upon arrival wipe his soaked and swollen eyes and ask my mom,
"Are my eyes red?"
to which she replied,
"nope."
liar.
He would get out of the car and go to practice and would work hard tear-free.
The kid freakin plays with Nick, and once even got his arm broken. 
How could a tiny 8 year old scare him?
weirdo.
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