My knees wanted to buckle, they always did. It was the middle of the fourth quarter and we were ahead by twelve. The only thing we had to do at this point was keep them from scoring. We were in the lead and the stadium lights poured down on us. I felt exhilarated. My lungs
begged for me to take a break, but everything else said to push. I spit the mouth guard out and looked at coach. He was smiling instead of yelling for once. He knew, I knew. We had this game in the bag.
"Men," Coach Lorthon looked around like he owned everything and the words he was about to say were gospel. But he was a preacher. Not in a church but of the field. The man could coach a team better than any God could make a universe. That's why he was hired as head coach to USC. I blinked looking around at my team mates. They felt it too. The mania and the power. This is why I play football.
"If you play this game like you've played every one this season there is no way you'll lose," Coach looked at us landing his gaze on me. "Rider, do play 12B. Keep them from scoring and win." He put his fist in the middle of our huddle. "Lions in three."
We followed suit landing our hands in the middle feeling like a pack of wolves ready to destroy anything that came in our way.
"One," I started. "Two! Three!" We screamed in unison and threw our water bottles down to be picked up by some freshman that got stuck with the job like we all once had. We marched out in the field to stand where we left off. I looked ahead seeing the group of men. They had no chance and they knew it. You could almost taste the exhaustion and misery in the air. Victory was at our fingertips and I was ready.
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