“I’m freezing my balls off out here,” J.J. muttered.
“Come on, ladies.” Patton shrugged his coat off. “Time to stop bitching and start playing.”
By halftime they were down by a touchdown, half-frozen, and exhausted. The snow had turned the field into mush, and it took more effort to push through the goop with their stiff limbs. Mud and blood smeared across their white uniforms, and all the starters, to the man, looked like they would give up their kingdoms for a cup of coffee and a thick blanket. The news that the Breakers had a twenty-one point lead against the Titans didn’t raise anybody’s spirits.