Snap, thump, run.
One guy, one ball, one trash can. He snaps, hits the can, runs to get the ball, runs back. He does this over and over and over and over and over and over and over. It’s just me and a long snapper on a 107-degree day.
Snap, thump, run. Such dedication and mental toughness. It looks so easy when you see it in the game in September. It looks so hard when you see it on a field in June. He repeats the little one-man parade forever, eventually collapsing on the field in a pool of sweat.
A minute later, he gets up and starts again.
Snap, thump, run. Repeat as necessary.