I am not proud of it.

But I am not sorry for it either.

Some angers are just love with nowhere good to go.

The match ended four to one.

State champions.

Keegan finished with two goals and an assist, and his teammates hoisted him up onto their shoulders at the center of the pitch, and the tears came up in my eyes before I could stop them.

I glanced over and saw Warren wiping his own face, and I had a thought I did not enjoy: maybe Keegan needed this.