Brandon
I was Tom Brady as I ran with the ball. Hell, I was Peyton Manning in the final minute of the match. I was not listening to the roar of the crowd in the bleachers. I could not see my opponents. The scoreboard was a massive blur. All I knew was this: We win this match against the Urbana Tigers and we’d each get a scholarship offer from the University of Chicago. We win this and we’d be crowned the Rapid Falls Kings. And all that stood between me, and my goals was one touchdown.
My team had been tackled by the Urbana Tigers. I ran alone, followed by the Tiger’s defense. Although my focus was unbroken, the deafening din of the crowd finally reached my ears. It built up as I neared the line.
The Tigers had given us a run for our money with their fair share of field goals and safetie
