Touchdown
It was a little more than half way through the most intense game of my life. My coach frantically signaled a time out to the ref.
“Come on! Let’s go, let’s go. Hustle!” Coach yelled. He wiped his forehead.
We sprinted into a huddle. This play is our last chance to get back in the game. Coach drew a bunch of small circles on his portable white board. He pointed at me, as he always does in a pinch. “Were handing it off to Bennett.” The guys nodded, and I smiled. “We need to get past half field on this play, or were done for.” He drew a 1 circle at each side of the whiteboard, one in the middle, and two at the back.
“Time’s up, coach.” Said the ref, looking impatient.
“Alright, guys. Jaguars on three. One, two, three!”
“Jaguars!”
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That was where he wanted me to run. “Hut!” He barked.
He faked to the right, but handed the ball to me. I was so focused on getting out of the backfield that I almost dropped the ball. I darted to the left, getting a good block. I then made a player fall, moving my head and shoulders to the inside, and letting my legs push me out. I almost immediately cut to the right, outrunning another one. I almost tripped on a clump of grass, I was so excited. Two players were sprinting at me, with good angles. I would have to stop to go around them.
“Box him in!” Screamed their coach.
But there was only a safety left, as I outran everyone else. I ran right up to him, jabbed my foot to the right, and used that momentum to launch myself back to the left, spinning. All he grabbed was empty air. I looked back as I was running, and saw my teammates cheering and shoving their fists to the sky, the symbol for touchdown. I was running so fast that I ran right out of the back of the end zone before I could stop myself. I turned around, threw the ball to the ref, and shoulder bumped my quarterback. I tried to stay calm, but in my head I was going crazy. I did