The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback
Patriots jumps, catches the ball, and just a few feet later, does an accidental backward somersault into the endzone, the crowd, our team, and the coaches erupting.
With fifteen seconds to go, we scored, taking our score above the Makers, and sending our kicker onto the field for the extra point. But that’s it. Coach will use the kick to chew up the last bit of time on the field, and we’re going to walk away with another win for the season.
Mark comes up to me, clashing his helmet with mine while chanting out, “Let’s go, Slater, let’s go!” I put on a show for my best friend and the rest of the team, but my heart’s not in it.
Bab Populer