Five seconds on the clock,
The tired boy crouches down
Seeking his enemies out,
Looking to the left,
Then right.
He hesitates,breathes,
He slowly slides the football between his legs,
Balances it with his right hand,
Raises his left hand.
There's a stillness in the team,
Before he screams out the plays,
Two thirty two.
The ball slides up and into the player behind,
Who catches it,runs,...
Touchdown!
HYC 9/18/05
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