Jeff looks around the park, the winning team cheered in a huddle, holding their trophies up in the air, each one modeled after one of the losing team's players, whose triumphant expression on their plastic faces betrayed their true feelings of disappointment and loss. All except for one, who scowered the field far and wide looking for his prize.
Jeff spots a trophy that was just barely within the confines of the pitch, almost as if a fleeing loser had the last spec of his cleat still within the white line when the whistle blew. Feeling helpful, he decides to pick it up and deliver it to the still searching victor. He takes it with glee and thanks Jeff, turning around and running to join his teammates in celebration.
Jeff got a thumbs up from the boy's father and he continued on his walk through the park.