The Last Few Yards
Kimberly Ann PattersonThe scoreboard clock finally hits the two-minute mark. My lower back aches, and my butt is somewhere between sore and numb. On the plus side, it’s a warm night. The hoodie I brought in case the temperature dropped is folded and functioning as padding for my behind. I’m glad to have it as I watch these last few plays. All the seniors have been rotated in. Good or bad, it won’t make a difference at this point. We’re behind by a wide margin, and our playoff dreams are done.
When the horn finally sounds, we rise and cheer. The boys deserve it; they left it all on the field. “Keep your heads up!” I shout as they meander back to the sidelines. But my heart isn’t in it. This was my son’s last game, my final ‘Friday night lights’ experience. In a few shor
