(S8) - PT 3 - What if

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Must include 200 words. A lot of people have changes they'd make to their game if they could. What is something you would change about your player if you could change anything.

Crindy fought back a profound, guttural laughter, trying to focus and listen.

"And then I was like, I was just tryin'a help!"

His chair creaked and he couldn't bring himself but a huge chest cavity laughter. He slapped his thigh hard and his diaphragm ached. He breathed in heavy for another laugh and his throat swelled. The tracking on the VCR blurred up from the bottom of the screen to the top as his throat burned. The sound of the locker room, was muted in a descending tone from the tracking, as a tear dropped from the tip of Crindy's nose. The championship locker room, in 1980s VHS color fidelity, of black and red locker rooms and a "1987 State championship" tee shirts stretched over shoulder pads. The shoulder-mounted camera rocked and shook in the maelstrom as the team's chants of "champ-yun-ship" escalated and bounced. A championship balloon popped, a chair collapsed under the weight of jumping cleats, a locker room was dented in the mosh of celebration. Then, the party calmed down, a voice above the din. "Ah ight, ah ight..."

Coach Fournet stepped into the crowd, and as din calmed, a tracking band rolled up across the screen again. Then, a blur of static, and blue. The AV kid had been recording that whole time, then hit the record button, thinking he was going to capture the coach's celebration speech. Crindy furrowed his brow to back it back in his mind, as if it weren't three decades years ago. Coach Fournet simply wasn't there. The championship speech was gone.