The evening had soaked his package with sweat, and it was almost too bulky for one hand to manage. Toto gripped the slightly-mishapen token, pulled it towards his chest, and blasted down the field. A dozen men raced toward him with wreckless abandon. His eyes were on Renaldo, Jorge, Stefan, and Leslie “Boom Boom” Johnson. One by one, they leapt towards his waist, each one missing by a mere six inches. Finally, Johnson made contact. He threw Toto to the ground and smothered him with over two hundred and fifty pounds of pure male energy. Their eyes met as the event culminated; their bodies so close, they could taste one other. It was sweet.