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- Nonfiction > SportsSweat was dripping down my face; I could taste how salty it was as it got into my mouth. I could also smell the freshly cut grass. The play was called in the huddle, we hustled up to the line of scrimmage, and the lineman put their battered and bruised up hands in the grass getting ready for the pla...