Edited for realism:
Whit: “OK. Who’s flipping the coin?” “Is that you, Cam”?
Cam: “Right, Coach. Got it right here.”
Whit: “OK, what’d you got?”
Cam flips a quarter, his thumbnail is torn off, it tumbles into the grass with a splash of blood. The coin arcs, spinning violently it lands on his palm, shattering his metacarpals.
Cam: “Heads, Coach”. Heads was FG.”
Whit: “Do it again. We’ll go 2 out of 3!”
Cam: “You got it, Coach. Double Tails.”
Whit: “Signal that in, Lud, analytics said to go for it!”