The rain started to pour as the time on the clock flashed 00:39 in bright red. With my breathing heavy, I felt the sprain on my left wrist act up making me wince as I try to drag myself back into focus.
We were on to our fourth and last down. If I don’t do this right, we’ll lose with 17-14, and everyone knows I can’t let that happen.
“Hut, hut . . . HIKE!” I shouted, clutching the ball tight as it hit my hands, adrenaline renewing.
Taking two steps back, I raised my arm as though preparing to pass and then tucked the ball out of sight, running. The rain was starting to pour heavily, and everything appears to be hazy but I didn’t stop.
Parker took a hard hit on my right and Gonzales got tackled to the ground but I kept my head straight and didn’t lose my focus. I dodged two from the o
