The Run

by Chris        

"Slot left, proset, 26 counter on 4." As those words came out of the quarterback's mouth, I could feel my entire body get chills. I was getting the ball, on the last play to try and win the game. It was fourth down and we were only down by four points. One touchdown would win us the game.

I walk out into my position on the left side of the field and sit there trying to make it look like I wasn't getting the ball. I take one good look at the ball then back at my opponent sitting right in front of me. He was just about as tall as I was, he had sweat going down his eyebrows and dripping on his chin strap. He was very determined to knock me out of the way to attempt to sack the quarterback, his eyes, which were now blood shot from the cold of the day, glared around the field and just looking at him made the hairs on my neck stand up.

I tried to forget about the person infront of me and started concentrating on the run I had to do in seconds. "Hut" yells Kyle, the quarterback, loud enough so that it echoed through the stands loaded full of people. The another hut came, this on so hard that it almost made me jump. At this point I could feel my hand feeling up with sweat of determination and fright. My whole body started to quiver as my time inched its way past.

"Hut, hut." This one, as it came out fiercer than ever was the time I was to take off to get the ball. I start by faking to the left to fake out my opponent ahead of me. Successfully, he fell for it and ran to the left. I then take off to the opposite side of the field where my quarterback is waiting to hand off the ball to me.

Bamm! The quarterback heaves the ball into my chest as I pass by. I look to the left to find an open hole to run through until, about five steps later, there was a huge hole large enough for a group of people to fit through. I turn up the hold and run for about five yards when five other football players pop up out of nowhere. These players looked twice as bad as the one on the sidelines. They were all determined to stop me from winning the game. I start running towards them so that when I got close enough, I could dodge their tackle.

It worked for the first 2 players who dived at me, barely missing me and nicking my jersey on both sides. Then I try to juke the third player, but he knew exactly what I was planning. He dived at me exactly on target. I knew I was going to be hit to the moist grass at this point.

Out of nowhere, My best friend on the football team, Buck Pershing jumps and takes out the player who dived at me keeping me up for another chance at the game. I started running again as Buck falls to the ground on top of the other player with a very harsh landing that would have stunned anybody for the remaining part of the game.

I ended up meeting with the fourth play. I felt that I could get by him with ease until I found out, that I knew him. He was number 26, a very good friend of mine since the time I was a little kid. He had a scar along his right cheek, blonde hair, and a mix of shock and determination mixed in his eyes. He was as shocked as I was to see him but we were both still determined to save the game.

I run at him and lower my head, we hit and I can feel my whole body go numb and my mind black out. From what felt like minutes later, I open my eyes and notice that I am still standing and that the crowd around me is still cheering. I look around and notice that football players are coming at me with glaring faces. I start to run down the field and stop in the touch down.

I won the game for my team, for my coaches, and for me!