Think about what makes someone a good teammate and why. Are the football players in this excerpt good teammates? Why or why not? Support your answer with examples from the text as well as your own experiences. (Use the correct format for this answer--an answer in your words, a sentence starter, quotation marks, and direct evidence from the text. Your response can have more than this, but make sure it does include these items. Also, check for complete sentences!) The score was 7–6, and Erik’s big moment had arrived. He came running onto the field in his perfectly clean, mud-free uniform to kick the extra point that would tie the game. Erik had never missed a point. Never. I was expecting to see Arthur Bauer trotting out with him, but number 4 was still standing there on the sideline with the other clean uniforms. The two muddy teams lined up. Erik got into his kicking stance, and Antoine Thomas crouched down in front of him to hold the ball. I said, “Check it out, Dad. Antoine’s the holder.” “I see,” he said grimly. “Erik told me that Arthur would be his holder. I don’t think it’s such a good idea to throw a surprise like this at your kicker.” Dad, and Erik, and I, and everybody else figured that Arthur had taken over Mike Costello’s job. But no. There was Antoine, in the crouch, getting ready to spin the laces and set the ball down for Erik. The referee blew his whistle, the clock started to tick, and Lake Windsor’s big center snapped the ball. Erik, his head down in total concentration, took two steps forward, like he’s rehearsed a million times. His foot started toward the ball in a powerful arc, and then—the most incredible thing happened. Antoine whipped the ball away at the last second, like Lucy does with Charlie Brown. He took off running around the right side and crossed the goal line, untouched, for a two-point conversion. Seagulls led 8–7. At the same moment, Erik, who clearly did not expect Antoine to pull the ball away, kicked at nothing but the air. His left foot went flying off in one direction, his right foot in another. For a split second he was a parallel line three feet above the ground. Then he made a perfect banana-peel back-flop landing in the mud. The people around us started laughing, hooting, and cheering, all at the same time. Antoine spiked the ball in the end zone, and all the Lake Windsor players, except Erik, ran over and jumped on him. All the Lake Windsor players on the sideline, except Arthur, started jumping up and down, too. Erik finally got up and walked to the sideline to get his kicking tee. His front was still clean and white, but his back was now filthy. He kicked the ball back to the Cardinals, but they fumbled it away, and that’s how it ended.