Two Minute Drill (Bases Loaded Jam Series #2)

Ch. 69: Postgame (Brett/Gordon/Scout)

Gordon

The crowd roared. The fireworks went off. The defenders slowly got off of me and I could get a clear view of what was going on. There was a surge of blue jerseys running towards the end zone. They were piling up on each other and were showing signs of excitement.

Before I knew it, as I slowly got up, there was confetti falling down. Blue, white, and red strips of confetti fell from the top of the arena. That's when I knew I just fulfilled my dream. I just threw the game-winning touchdown pass to win the Super Bowl. I was a Super Bowl champion.

Unlike most of my teammates, I wasn't in a celebratory mood because the pain was too much. Some of my teammates did hug me, but not too hard because I'm sure they knew how hurt I was. But I received a lot of "we did it's," "I love you's," and "we're the champs," with some f-bombs thrown my way.

It was hard to move around the field because of the traffic of players, coaches, security, and media. But, I did have a few Cowboys' players congratulate me on the performance and wishing me well. I kept walking through the sea of people until I felt an arm grab me. I turned to look and it was Brad.

"Hey man," he said. "That was a great drive. You okay?"

I was surprised by this because up to that moment, Brad had been the biggest asshole you could name in mocking my football career. Now, after throwing the pass to win, I felt that Brad was either being genuine or doing it for show because there were a lot of cameras on us. I decided to be kind in response.

"I'm hurt right now," I replied. "I'll be fine."

"Damn. That's impressive. That's quarterbacking right there. I was wrong about you. You're one tough son of a bitch man. Enjoy this one. Well done."

"Thanks Brad."

Brad patted me of the left shoulder and walked off. He didn't apologize for what he said about me. It didn't matter to me because that would come later. For now, I was living in a dream. I then walked up to Coach Robinson, who hugged me.

"How's the Super Bowl MVP feeling?" He asked me.

"I'm done," I said. "I can't move my arm." Then it hit me. "Wait, what did you ask me?"

"I got a trainer to get a sling for you. But you better come up on stage to be recognized Mr. Super Bowl MVP." We started to walk together before he turned to me again. "Oh by the way, you're the best damn quarterback around."

I couldn't believe it. Two compliments from the head coach who I always felt had held me back. First, he called me the best quarterback around. Then, he gives me the news that I was the MVP of the Super Bowl. I had always envisioned myself to be the MVP of the Super Bowl. Never did I imagine it would come true. A few years prior, I was sitting in a West Texas shack drinking my sorrows after a failed college football career and a failed relationship. Now, I was on stage being presented with the award.

I glanced around and I saw Brett and Scout coming up to me. I hugged Brett first and I saw the tears in her eyes as her dream had been fulfilled.

"Thank you," she said to me before kissing me on the cheek.

"You're welcome," I said. Then, I hugged Scout.

"You did it champ," he said. "You're a Super Bowl champion."

"I know," I said as I felt the pain in my arm again.

"Are you feeling okay?"

I shook my head. "It hurts so badly."

"Don't worry," Brett said. "We'll get an ambulance to take you to a hospital. But for now, let's get the trophy."

We all went up on stage together and much like the AFC Championship game, we were presented with a trophy. This time, it was the ultimate trophy. The Vince Lombardi trophy, which was a silver football on top of a kicking tee and we were going to touch it. To my surprise, Peyton Manning came out with the trophy and handed the trophy to NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell.