The air in the stadium was practically vibrating with electricity.
It was the final quarter of the division championship game. The roaring crowd of seventy thousand fans was a chaotic, deafening sea of Titans blue and silver. The temperature had dropped near freezing, and a light dusting of snow was beginning to fall under the harsh glare of the stadium lights, making the field look like a gladiator arena carved out of ice.
I sat in the front row of the Sterling Athletics executive suite, wrapped in a heavy, custom Titans jacket. The diamond '12' pendant rested securely against my collarbone, a constant, comforting weight against the bitter cold.
Down on the field, the Titans were trailing by four points. There were two minutes and fifteen seconds left on the clock. It was a do-or-die s
