Chapter 11
One moment the stadium was roaring and the next, everything went completely silent. It had always been like this for Beau after the ball was snapped, from the very first time he played quarterback. It was as if a mute button had been pushed, one that turned off all the distracting sounds and sent the world into slow motion.
One of his best wide receivers was open in the end zone, but there was also a two-hundred-and-fifty pound linebacker blitzing toward him with the ferocity of a rabid dog.
Beau feinted to the side, and c****d his arm to throw the ball, but then something hit him from behind—a three-hundred pound defensive end he was told later.
That guy was just trying to do his job, which was to take out the quarterback before he could throw the ball. If Beau hadn’t been
