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There was no other feeling in the whole world quite like walking into a locker room after a victorious game out on the field. Pads and jerseys, soaked with sweat, got flung off haphazardly on either side of the bench. What did it matter if you weren't going anywhere for a good long moment anyway?

Cody felt the relief of an oscillating fan on his skin, still drenched from sweat during the game. He wished he could say that he was the quarterback throwing for most of it, but he was just the last one on the field; the coach kept the senior quarterback on the field for the largest part of the game, enough to secure the victory. The junior wasn't bitter about it... how could he be? Any smart and sane coach would do the same thing. Once things were looking good, Cody was put onto the field to wrap things up, and wrap them up he did. Next year, he'd been promising himself that he would be the one out there on the field carrying the day.

Right now, that was still mostly the seniors. Cody figured that they had been in here first so all the showers were probably full, something that the sound of rushing water hitting tile seemed to confirm. There was Ethan, first underclassmen in and out like a light already. Go figure, that finish was an exhausting trial for all involved. Cody sat down on a bench that didn't have a sleeping Ethan on it and began preparing for when it was his turn to clean up.
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