The Separating White Line I glance up at the scoreboard; the clock reads 2:15 left in the fourth quarter. My team is down by 3 points; we have eighty-five yards to go, and have no time outs left. I yell out the cadence and the center snaps the oblong ball into my hands. Taking a short three-step drop I glance to my left. The only objects I see are two beefy defensive linemen bearing down on me. Somehow I release the ball; just in time, as I do my body is slammed to the freshly trimmed grass. Miraculously the ball finds it’s way into number 88’s hands, he stumbles out of bounds at the 24-yard line; 2:05 left and the clock is stopped. I jog to our bench, my coach waiting on the sideline to discuss the most effective play for the situation. Upon my arrival I realize the scowl usually on my raging coach’s face has disappeared; in its place is a huge grin. He pats me on the butt and tells me how good the offense is looking; the many things he has instilled in his players appear to be coming together for at least four quarters. Its about time, we have suffered through four straight losses, and have barely put any points
He emphasizes how much time is left and the fact that we have no timeouts. I rush back to the huddle, "Alright guys, coach wants a Z-out, X-slant, Nick you go out to the left flat, we"tmre gonna stretch the defense out and I"tmm gonna dump you the ball a couple steps up field. I linger in the backfield to ensure the alignment was understood and there would be no glitches before the ball is snapped. The route my receiver is running pulls the cornerback and safeties off the left sideline, and the linebacker takes himself out of the play by hitting my tailback from behind. I hastily race back to the sideline. He yells, "Get some balls, Broussard, can you do that again" I quickly nod my head, confirming I share his faith in me. The defense isn"tmt expecting what"tms coming. All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, the tremendous middle-linebacker slams his shoulder pads into Nick"tms numbers from behind. My coach brushes the few hairs that have kept their pigment through the painful slump of losses. The second repetitive "GO!" sets my lineman in motion; all five mammoth men vault their bodies into their opposition. I roll to my left, spying Nick on the left flat, two steps out of the backfield. The ball is put into my grasp with a swift and deliberate snap by the center as he springs off the line and puts the play in motion.
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