“Time for one last play!”
Coach Levitt looked up at
the scoreboard. A field goal wouldn’t be
enough to win the game. They would have
to go for a touchdown. Forty-seven yards
was a lot of ground to cover, but he had confidence that his team could do
it. He signaled from the sideline and
the quarterback nodded. The crowd began
to roar as the huddle broke, and the offense lined up behind the ball.
“Blue 42! Blue 42!
Set, hut!”
The quarterback took the
snap and rolled to his left, the defense dropped back to cover his receivers
who were going deep. His wide receiver
crossed behind him and took the ball on an end-around, sweeping in the other
direction. He dropped back behind some
blockers and saw the quarterback racing down the sideline as planned. The receiver drew his arm back and let the
ball fly. It sailed down the field into
the waiting arms of the quarterback who stumbled into the endzone, clutching
the ball to his chest.
“Touchdown! Bulldogs win!
Bulldogs win!”
The stands erupted with wild
cheers, and the team emptied the benches and ran downfield, shouting and piling
on the quarterback. It was a few moments
before everyone untangled themselves and noticed that the quarterback Brian Cook,
wasn’t moving. It wasn’t until he was
loaded into the ambulance that it was determined that he had died. What was deeply disconcerting, however, was
that the apparent cause of his death was a bullet hole in his back.
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