Football?

“Come on boy we have to get there in time! WE must not be late.” They rode throw the cold night of Montana rushing threw the first signs of snow. They ran as fast as they could, running, dogging leaves and fallen branches on the cold ice floor. There in his arms he hold tightly to a brown rap package, as he glided threw the woods, his dog close behind him. “Were almost there boy just threw here.”

You could see a slim light get brighter and brighter. The closer they came the faster they ran toward the light. The house was now in view as they ran in a full on sprit, and burst thew the door. “Did I miss anything.”

“nope just started the Charges still have the ball, did you bring it?”

“Yup got miller light for each of us; GO CHARGERS!!!”