Kyle was the first one to reach me. He lifted me off the ground and spun me around. The rest of the guys circled around us and started beating on my helmet, making me extra dizzy. I couldn't get a word in as they all talked over one another with such excitement. Eventually my helmet fell off and they started to touch me, making me feel uncomfortable with their proximity.
"HEY!" I heard Noah's voice but couldn't find him. "HEY! Put him down! Stop getting so close you guys!"
I was pulled out of Kyle's grasp and set back on my own two feet. Zeke had saved me from the mob and soon took control of his team. "Backup. That's enough. Come on, we still have to shake their hands and show some sportsmanship." Zeke waved away the team, giving me some breathing room.
The team slowly moved away and started to line up to shake the opposing team's hands. I picked my helmet off the ground and started to look around for Noah.
