“Dooown. Set. Hike!” I controlled the grimy ball from the center’s hands and took a two-step drop back into the pocket. I took a look to the right, no one open. I looked to the left, no one open. Lock up coverage, scrambling out of the pocket and dodging a linebacker I picked my head up and looked for DJ, my go to guy in these situations. As always, he somehow managed to find some room. I took one more step back, and fired a pass right on to the letters of DJ’s red jersey. He fumbled the pass and the ball dropped to the ground. That was the game. An undefeated season had not been completed.
I walked in the locker room that was full of silence, and bowed heads. Although my mind was filled with emotion I said nothing. I kept my head down like…show more content… I had led this team all season, and I wasn’t going to ruin anything now. Yes, I wanted to end the season undefeated, but it didn’t matter right now. We clinched a playoff spot. We had a chance to continue and prove our worth. I looked at DJ, a lengthy kid with long arms and legs twice the size, but most importantly the one who had dropped the game winning catch thrown by me. Something inside me grew and filled with anger, and my mind blanked. And then I burst like a mad ape. Throwing water bottles, kicking lockers, and yelling at teammates. Before I knew it, coach was cursing me out and screaming. Screaming with fury I had never seen from him before. He explained to me why he doesn't need me, doesn't want me and how I was a disgrace to the team.To top it off, he did it In front every other player on the…show more content… The final play of the game was about to unfold. We were down ten to seven with just thirty seconds on the clock. “Dooown. Set. Hike!” I controlled the grimy ball from the center’s hands and took a two-step drop back into the pocket. I took a look to the right, no one open. I looked to the left, no one open. Lock up coverage, scrambling out of the pocket and dodging a linebacker I picked my head up and looked for DJ, my go to guy in these situations. This time it was different, DJ wasn’t open, but I spotted a seam write in between two hulking lineman. This time...I had to take my space. I bolted for the goal line. Wrapping my arms around the football to secure it I closed my eyes and hoped for a prayer as I leaped for the white line. The already audible crowd got even louder as I smashed onto the rain-soaked grass. That was all it took to figure out that we had won the
