If you’ve never had that feeling, consider yourself lucky. Having to pull up and do the tender-footed hop through the pain whilst slowing down is awful. This thicc fella had this race all but won. He’s a linemen cruising to the end zone about to score a life-long dream but his creamy, creamy load-bearing hamstrings had another idea. The idea? Pull. Cramp. Betrayal.
Better luck next time, Big Tennessee.