Poop in the mouth.

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It was a sunny afternoon at Glenn Park and I had met up with some friends to play some 3 on 3 tackle football. This must have been 10th grade and we were probably taking a break from studying for AP tests. One team was Brian Hansen, James Mitchell, and Brian Lunt. The other was Mark Evans, Matt Levin, and myself. As any other football game, this one was filled with trash talkin, butt slappin, and the occasional "Mormon Moon." def Mormon Moon: A technique done on the line of scrimmage in which a Mormon will turn 180 degrees to the line and pull down his pants and or underwear. Usually a technique executed by more than one Mormon at a time in order to distract the other team. My team however, was not participating in these indecent actions. Anyway, the game was going like any other game until the final play. We were all getting tired and my team had one last chance to score. We were in the red zone and the score was tied up. I snap the ball to Mark. He backs up and searches for Matt downfield. One Mississippi two Mississippi. James is all over Matt as they are both struggling for position. Three Mississippi four Mississippi. Matt gets past James and makes a break for the endzone. FIVE MISSISSIPI! Both Brians come in with the rush and I try to the hold them back. In desperation, Mark launches the ball. Everyone turns to see who will get the ball. As the ball comes down from its flight, Matt and James both dive. Matt catches the ball at the last second right before they both hit the ground. Mark and I immeadiately began to jump up an down in celebration but James and Matt however were both still on the ground. It looked like they had both landed pretty hard on the ground and just couldn't move. When we got closer to them we realized that James was rolling around laughing, and that Matt's winning catch had landed his face in some dog crap. Soon everyone was rolling around laughing except for Matt. After making fun of Matt for a while we figured we should try to clean him off. The best we could do was splash water on him from the drinking fountain. When it was time to go home, all of our parents picked us up, but Matt's dad refused to let him in the car with dog crap all over him. Unfortunately I don't remember the rest. All I know is Matt made it home somehow, but he never got all the dog crap off of his face. Good times.