Randy: "I was twelve years old, and I remember all the Messina fans were just sitting there, stunned, exhausted, a lot of them crying."
Blanchard: "The folks from East Pike were crying too."
Randy: "They ran one play, didn't they?After the kickoff?"
Paul: "Yeah, Donnie blitzed and nailed the quarterback. The game was over."
Randy: "All of a sudden, every player with a green jersey was sprinting off the field—no handshakes, no postgame huddle, just a mad rush to get to the locker room. The entire team vanished."
Mal: "We thought y'all'd gone crazy. We waited for a spell, thinkin' you had to come back to get the trophy and all."
Paul: "We weren't coming out. They sent someone to retrieve us for the ceremony, but we kept the door locked."
Couch: "Those poor kids from East Pike tried to smile when they got the runner-up trophy, but they were still in shock."
Blanchard: "Rake had vanished too. Somehow they got Rabbit to walk out to midfield and accept the championship trophy. It was very strange, but we were too excited to care."
Mal walked up to Silo's cooler and pulled out a beer. "Helpyourself there, Sheriff," Silo said.
"I'm off duty." He took a long sip and began walking down the steps."Funeral's Friday, boys.At noon."
"Where?"
"Here.Where else?"