Though younger than most of us by a couple years, he was strong and quick enough to shake any of us. Even if he we did get hands on him, though, nobody could really tackle his burly form alone except maybe Leo or Tookie. It was actually full of weeds, bricks and broken bottles. I suppose it was more vacant than some of the other lots. The main thing is, it suited Ernest just fine.
Nothing is as disorienting as being flipped through the air.
I ignored them, trying to shake off the fall, but it's hard when you land back first on a stone. Besides, my pride hurt more than my back. Chalk up another touchdown for Ernest. Had to be tackle. Tackle football it was.