You beat him easily

With a flick of your arms and a stomp step toward Kaleb, you give him the hardest jam of his life. You know exactly how he reacts and how he runs his routes. As you watch him try to cut inside, you throw yourself in front of his movement. You know this route, it's a cross post route and the QB will hit him about midfield. You take 4 strides and turn just in time to see the ball sail toward you.

With lightning speed, you snatch the ball out of the air and shed off Kaleb trying to tackle you. Running for pure daylight, you see an opening on the left side of the field. You run for it and make it between two would-be tacklers. Nothing but the endzone in front of you. You hear feet pounding behind you but there's no chance they'll catch you.

Pick six. You schooled your brother like clockwork.

The sidelines cheer and you've got a giant bright smug smile looking around for your brother. As you search for him, you see Coach Johnson standing over him yelling. "Great" you say under your breath, Kaleb has gotten Coach Johnson on his ass again. Sorry bro, that was a good as hell play. Sucks to suck.

"KALEB I SWEAR TO GOD. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Coach Johnson yells. "YOU AND ME, MY OFFICE, RIGHT AFTER PRACTICE."

Haha, sucker. Wait, shit, I gotta wait for him to give him a ride home. Fuck.

As you go to the locker room, you try to talk to Kaleb. "Hey man, sorry about Coach, I'll be waiting by the car when you're done. Try not to kiss his ass too hard."

You undress, take a shower, and head out to the car. Might as well listen to some music while I'm waiting. You turn on the radio to the hard rock station and "Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard" starts playing. Ah well, at least I can rock out.