The rain was a now a curtain. Coach Riner couldn’t see the visitor’s sideline. The refs said they would call the game if there was lighting, but we would play through the rain. Coach Riner's play sheet was in pieces on the ground, it had disintegrated from the rain.
"Time Out!" Coach Riner signaled and approached the side judge. "Time Out!" The whistle blew.
The Tigers were down by four with three minutes left in the third quarter. It was hard to run the ball. It was impossible to throw. The middle of the field was mud. The team huddled in close to Coach Riner.
"We need to get out of the middle of field. Indy Left, Zip, 28 Swing."
"Coach, can we do this out of shotgun? I can't get my feet going in the mud." Darren said.
"Kyle? Can you get it back to him?" Coach Riner asked his center.
"Yes, coach." Kyle never said more than what was needed.
Coach Riner patted him on the top of his helmet. "I thought so. OK, Huston Left, Zip, 28 swing."