He can see Kirk, Kirk wearing the same color as the flag he's carrying, and tries to dodge aside before getting his ass tackled to the ground again. It almost works, except getting his legs all tangled up in arms, and, well, he's going down, timber.

"Fucking--!" He curses through a face full of snow. But he's trying to kick away. "Every time, everyone with the tackling, maybe we should've made a no-tackle rule, what about that, huh..."