Nantz was like he was drunk, face flushed, eyes red, his words firing with the rapidity of a machine gun, as his fast-moving brain continued to spew thoughts before adjusting its trajectory.
In one go, without stopping.
The redness in his cheeks growing deeper and deeper, seemingly ready to explode, yet the excitement and thrill continued to gush uncontrollably.
Beside him, Romo rubbed his eyes, hiding the tears welling up.
It is in such games, such moments, that Romo was constantly reminded of how much he loved this sport. Even though he had retired, he couldn't help but miss those adrenaline-fueled moments, clashing with rivals, fighting alongside teammates, experiencing highs and lows, joy and bitterness, burning life between victory and defeat.
The charm of competitive sports is far more than just championships and victories.
