Billy

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Chapter Ten

Happiness is not a horse, you cannot harness it.

         -- Russian Proverb

Mike picked himself up from the ground, the grass blades wedged tightly in his facemask and he looked up, and saw the stands full of people, shocked, dismayed, just milling around. He felt so empty as he got to his feet and headed towards the sidelines and the walkway to the locker rooms.

There golden run was all over and they had it, it was there but for one stupid rotten wild pass by Casey, the Quarterback. Fuck, one day that guy would learn how to bloody well lead a receiver and maybe then they could win championship games.

The anger was burning in him, as he walked with his head down towards the walkway. He had really wanted to win this game, to be the best out there and hopefully get a game ball, this one for his real hero, for Billy. But Casey had fucked that up tonight; the guy simply had been way off target, not just this last time but through the whole damn game.

Their half time pissing match had at least brought them back, and yet it wasn’t enough. DAMN! That last pass should have been in his hands, he had the damn time, but no, instead he tossed it out of the damn end zone and tossed their chance of victory with it. Man when he got inside, Casey would know it that was for sure.

“HEY … GOOD GAME MIKE” a voice yelled, that made him stop. He had been so consumed by his anger at Casey that he had forgotten where he was. There he was, the voice, the one who he had let down and he could feel his heart twisting in pain as he sauntered over to talk.

“Hey Mike, come on man, you played a hell of a game, I am so stoked man.”

“Stoked? Come on Billy, I should have had that one, well, should have maybe gotten closer to it.”

“Fuck that man, it was way over your head and besides, you only catch em big boy, you don’t throw em. Hehe”