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- Author: Britt Belle
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There is no pressure. Zero. None.
No one expects us to win. We’re a wild card team who barely made
the playoffs and yet, I have to win this game.
It’s first and goal. There are twenty-six seconds left on the clock. We
need four points to tie and five to win. We have no timeouts, so our only
option is to throw the ball.
We need a touchdown.
I grip my helmet and nod when I hear the play. I point and yell and wait
for everyone to get in their spots. Surely I can complete one pass out of
four. I’ve had a perfectly respectable game. We win, and I’m a hero. We
lose, and, well—I’ve been there before. I’m not eager to add another
chapter to that book.
Our center snaps the ball. I take it, drop back, and throw a perfect spiral
into the corner of the end zone. Our top receiver, Ronnie, leaps into the air.
He grabs the ball as he crashes to the ground.
He caught it.
I open my mouth and throw my hands in the air, but before I can start to
celebrate, I see it on the big screen. His left foot was out-of-bounds. Two
inches is the difference between success and failure right now.
I ignore the home crowd as they cheer wildly. They’re rowdy and
desperate for the win. It wasn’t supposed to be this close, and they know it.
Three more chances.
I take the snap and drop back again. It’s the same formation, but this
time, instead of running toward the corner, Ronnie cuts back toward the
center of the end zone. The outside linebacker breaks free. He’s coming
right at me. I let the ball go half a second before I take the hit. I’m on my
back when I hear the roaring of the crowd. Someone pulls me to my feet. I
look at the replay. Incomplete pass. The damn defender got a hand on the
ball and knocked it free.
Two more chances.
I’ve got to throw to another target. Ronnie’s too emotional. I can sense
the tension radiating off him and he’s fifteen feet away. I can’t count on him
to catch the ball after the last two plays.
I take the snap and immediately freeze. Flag on the field. Offense. False
start. Five-yard penalty. It doesn’t matter. We’re still in the red zone with
time on the clock. Now we’ve got a little more room to work.
Nine yards. That’s all we need.
I can do this.
I take the snap and drop back.
Jameson, our tight end, fakes to the right and then cuts back to the left.
He’s open. I let the ball go. It sails like a rocket straight toward him. I can
taste victory. Then, out of nowhere, the opposing safety darts across the
field. He snags the ball and tucks it into his chest. He hits the ground hard.
The ball doesn’t wobble—not even a little bit.
In the end zone.
As time expired.
I pull off my helmet. It slips out of my hand onto the turf.
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