Billy
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1999 ° All Rights Reserved
He
watched in agony as the clock was ticking down. The crowd was on its feet,
stamping and shouting for their offence to get a touchdown. They needed this
win, even though it was the first game of the football season, it was their
archrivals from across the river. No one could stand to lose to them and
right now with less than 2 minutes left, they were behind 26 to 21.
It
was third and 8 to go when Billy watched the defence flush their QB out of
the pocket. Gawd he is going to get creamed he thought and then he watched
as number 17 ran around and then heaved a pass far down field. He was on his
feet watching the ball arc downfield and there he was, their only white
jersey amidst a sea of black ones and somehow, he still couldn’t believe
it, but he caught the pass and Billy was cheering like a madman.
No
way, no fucking way could anyone make that kind of catch but number 85 had.
Who the fuck was 85 this year?
Hey it was some new transfer student from LA and man did he have good
hands, and look at him run. Billy was standing on his seat, and cheering
like a lunatic. His father was next to him and if not for his age, maybe he
would have been able to out yell his son.
What
a sight it was as the whole stadium exploded as Number 85 stumbled across
the goal line, a tackler hanging on his shirt tails. The whole place was
nuts as the team had done the impossible, which seemed to happen regularly
in high school football games.
His
father was clapping some guy on his back; almost knocking him down into the
next row of seats he was so excited. Billy just jumped up and down and
hooted with the rest of his schoolmates. Most of them he knew already, he
had been sophomore class president and hopefully this year he could secure
junior class president but he did have some stiff competition.
The
whole place was rolling as the extra point sailed through the uprights and
the scoreboard registered their 28 points for the home team.
The band was playing loudly some damn tune, but who could hear it as
the noise of cheering students drowned even them out. He’d have to find
out who Number 85 was, maybe he could get him to endorse his candidacy, now
that would certainly help.
Shit, here he was at a
high school football game and still his mind was whirling on angles to push
himself ahead of all the others. He wasn’t always this way, shit only in
the last three years or so had he become so absorbed.
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