At that moment Randy Colter, the first-team safetyman, came tearing upfield to help stop a sweep. He speared Prosser late and much harder than necessary, which could only mean that Wade Hackler, the head defensive coach, had decided to stir things up a bit by ridiculing Colter in the defensive huddle. He probably told him he tackled like his mamma s worn-out douche bag. Colter was a grim, lantern-jawed redneck who always responded with a vengeance to Hackler s prodding. That was the primary reason he was a starter.
Coaches love the ones whose insecurities are large enough to manipulate easily.
Prosser normally didn t respond to late hits or cheap shots or any of the other crap that routinely got laid on him. But I had seen him tangle with Colter before. A quick look passed between them as they got to their feet. You d be smart to stick around, I said to Randall as he started moving away. I think we re about to see something .