Being the spectator at a Coppertale game is an experience Sy never wants to endure again. He'd thought he could bear it. He'd sat out for both school team games last year, which had been agonizing. Hell, he was a reserve during freshman year, forced to buzz with anxiety and resentment as he watched Reid Fuckin' Wainwright play every fuckin' game on first string.
As it turns out, all that is goddamn heaven compared to sitting out when it's his goddamn team. To be captain in name only, trusting someone else to lead the plays. He's oddly subdued the entire time he watches Coppertale play, hardly even shouting whenever Nisha, Heathcliff or Ira score, or when Roxie and Charlie succeed in taking out Castillo. The only time he even kind of loses it is when he's forced to send Dinah out, and Sy marches away from the sidelines to follow Nisha, just for something to do. He follows Nisha and Mufferaw as far as the exit, half an ear on the commentary, and then goes back, because he can't leave his team.
When Reid catches the Snitch, Sy is... Shit, he doesn't know. Better to win than to lose, always. But it's hard to feel like this is his win when he did nothing to earn it, and the weather's just so fuckin' horrendous, like who the hell can celebrate after being drenched for like an hour? Sy's dry, of course. He never had to go into the rain at all, but he runs out now, wanting—no, needing to be there when the team touches down. He's not going to be a fuckin' asshole who can't celebrate someone else's success.
Sylvester
As it turns out, all that is goddamn heaven compared to sitting out when it's his goddamn team. To be captain in name only, trusting someone else to lead the plays. He's oddly subdued the entire time he watches Coppertale play, hardly even shouting whenever Nisha, Heathcliff or Ira score, or when Roxie and Charlie succeed in taking out Castillo. The only time he even kind of loses it is when he's forced to send Dinah out, and Sy marches away from the sidelines to follow Nisha, just for something to do. He follows Nisha and Mufferaw as far as the exit, half an ear on the commentary, and then goes back, because he can't leave his team.
When Reid catches the Snitch, Sy is... Shit, he doesn't know. Better to win than to lose, always. But it's hard to feel like this is his win when he did nothing to earn it, and the weather's just so fuckin' horrendous, like who the hell can celebrate after being drenched for like an hour? Sy's dry, of course. He never had to go into the rain at all, but he runs out now, wanting—no, needing to be there when the team touches down. He's not going to be a fuckin' asshole who can't celebrate someone else's success.