There wasn’t any rust in my skills, thankfully. Even as the football soared through the air, coming at me, I realized it was going to be too high. Way too high. I picked up speed as it approached, jumping as high as I could at the last moment just managing to nab it with my fingertips before rolling across the grass for what would be a first down.
“Good job, Blackwell!” Coach Richards hollered. He didn’t clap though and he’s a clapper.
I stood up, tossing the ball back to our starting quarterback Joseph Ortiz or Jos for short. He caught it with ease, frowning at me as I jogged back. I think he’d hoped I wouldn’t catch it. Actually, from the look on Coach’s face, I think he was the one who told him to throw it so terribly.
“You’re pretty good kid,” he said, narrowing h
