Fight to the Finish

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It was early evening; a crimson sun was beginning to set low behind a forest of weeping willows. My teammates and I took our places behind the spray painted start line. We were surrounded by a sea of other teams in orange, red, brown and blue jerseys. They were all chatting excitedly while doing last minute warm-up drills.

The scream of a whistle caught our attention. I felt the usual twinge of excitement shoot through me…