Scorching. Dry. Tense. Exhausted.
Humphrey felt like a dog on a hot afternoon, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, panting heavily with his tongue out, chest heaving like a bellows, yet still unable to feel much oxygen, his entire brain blank from the lack of it.
Things weren't supposed to be this way.
Since the second half started, the Baltimore Ravens have been on a roll, their defensive group ready to suppress the Kansas City Chiefs once again, to turn the game around in one go. If the Ravens can score a touchdown again, narrowing the point gap to seven, then anything is possible.
However, what about now?
His mind was a mess, unable to think, not having time to think.
At some moment, Humphrey didn't even know what he was doing, just aimlessly running around on the field, and this state was definitely not good.
"Calm down, Marlon, calm down!"
