A racing shell
A racing shell is not a place for a snob. Dusk lay on the river, making all things its color. Other boat houses remained lit. An old man stood on the landing, and there was only a dark shadow. At this time, the sun had already set under the west bank of Hudson. The shell was moving at its pace towards the landing appeared like a very dark shadow after being docked. That evening, Leyden had a heavy mood, and he even separated himself from the other members of the crew. Kip then gave the team an order to swing the shell out of the water, which they did and took it past Leyden. Kip Grant walked with them, and at this time, Leyden tried to comprehend his mood toward his crew colleagues but could not understand the reason for his silence.
Two years before this, the university went to search for men they could sponsor into the football team as the team was weak and had failed for consecutively three years. Leyden was an athlete and a coach for a very long time to understand that any great team is often more just an accident. The next spring, he had left the scholarship team as one unit as it took him a long time to put into action the thing that always compelled him to do. He organized a match between varsity and junior varsity. The junior varsity won the game a little ahead, and the next time they also took the lead but this time with a significant length of winning. The junior group was the scholarship team.
Leyden strived a lot to keep the team intact but always faced opposition, which caused conflict. Leyden says competing is sports always involves a lot of difficult choices as winning is not the only goal. At this time, he had sat at the shell again before he knew he had. He was pleased with his power. Screaming and whistles occured as the darkness filled the river, making the shells in the river look like shadows.