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thought. Worse, Zeke was so good at receiving he hid the quarterback’s errors. David began to mentally clock Zeke’s runs 10 and 15 yard out, using the kid’s ABC alphabet song for timing.
“….Phelps was starting quarterback in Alabama before his Dad transferred to the Air Force Base,” when David over heard the Assistant Coach say his name, he immediately moved closer to hear.
“I have been watching him at practice,” the Barley Assistant Coach continued. The Head Coach’s eyes were riveted on the field, he showed no sign of listening.
“I am telling you, put Phelps in,” the Assistant Coach pressed.
“What have we got to lose?” the Assistant Barley Coach urged, raising his voice, pointing disgustedly at the Coca-Cola scoreboard.
“Do it,” the Head Coach said quietly, never taking his eyes off the field.
“Phelps!” the Assistant Coach yelled, and pointed to the field. Then he motioned for Matt Dimon, Barley High’s star Quarterback, to come off the field. Dimon protested, holding his hands out, looking outraged, which infuriated the Head Coach.
“If Dimon ever pitches a fit like that again on a substitution, he won’t play, period,” the Head Coach barked, then turned to the student assistant, “write down Dimon runs 5 laps Monday after practice, full pads.”
David bolted onto the field before Coach changed his mind. The Excalibur band was blaring, the home team crowd was already celebrating another victory, holding up one finger. He immediately felt the same rush, the same surge of adrenaline he experienced in Alabama, even as the Barley High fans began to trickle out of the stands.
“David Phelps, number 15, substituting for Matt Dimon as Quarterback,” the public address announcement echoed.
Coach signaled for a long pass to running back Zeke Brown. David nodded, and motioned with both arms for the huddle.
“Coach called red zebra, Zeke runs right, Stone, you are the alternate up the gut,” David said, looking at two other players to confuse Excalibur. He had learned in Alabama to summarize the pattern, because players forget, or get nervous and confused.
“Your block could decide the game,” David said quickly looking each player in the eye, “don’t let us down”.
“Coach is giving us a chance to get our jerseys dirty, so let’s get this done,” David said, as he clapped his hands, breaking the huddle. Two replacements who also had clean uniforms nervously grinned, nodded, and hustled to the line.
Zeke was the fastest receiver David had ever played with, he decided he would launch the pass when he reached the letter F in the children’s ABC song.
When the ball was snapped, David scrambled, giving Zeke time to sprint downfield. The pass seemed too long, but it was timed perfectly, or rather Zeke’s last second burst of speed made it seem perfectly timed, and it fell into Zeke’s arms midstride . Zeke seemed to hit overdrive, and ran into the end zone untouched.
“Touch down! Barley High. David Phelps’s pass to Zeke Brown,” the announcer broadcast, as both refs raised their arms.
Barley missed the extra point, as usual, the score was now Excalibur 25- Barley High 15.
People leaving the Barley stands stopped, clogging the aisles, then climbed back to their seats. On the Barley sideline Zeke smiled, pointed to David, then moved his hands like he was filming, signaling that last play would be on his college recruiting Dvd.
Excalibur had put their first team back in every position on the return. You could feel the tension, the Barley fans began to scream. David could feel the momentum swinging to Barley High, you could see it by the way the defense charged the field as predators. The reenergized Barley defense quickly thumped Excalibur with a turnover, their first of the year, and a touchdown, when the Excalibur quarterback muffed the handoff reaching for a first down.
Barley missed the extra point again. The score was now 25-21.
The Barley fans went nuts,
“….Phelps was starting quarterback in Alabama before his Dad transferred to the Air Force Base,” when David over heard the Assistant Coach say his name, he immediately moved closer to hear.
“I have been watching him at practice,” the Barley Assistant Coach continued. The Head Coach’s eyes were riveted on the field, he showed no sign of listening.
“I am telling you, put Phelps in,” the Assistant Coach pressed.
“What have we got to lose?” the Assistant Barley Coach urged, raising his voice, pointing disgustedly at the Coca-Cola scoreboard.
“Do it,” the Head Coach said quietly, never taking his eyes off the field.
“Phelps!” the Assistant Coach yelled, and pointed to the field. Then he motioned for Matt Dimon, Barley High’s star Quarterback, to come off the field. Dimon protested, holding his hands out, looking outraged, which infuriated the Head Coach.
“If Dimon ever pitches a fit like that again on a substitution, he won’t play, period,” the Head Coach barked, then turned to the student assistant, “write down Dimon runs 5 laps Monday after practice, full pads.”
David bolted onto the field before Coach changed his mind. The Excalibur band was blaring, the home team crowd was already celebrating another victory, holding up one finger. He immediately felt the same rush, the same surge of adrenaline he experienced in Alabama, even as the Barley High fans began to trickle out of the stands.
“David Phelps, number 15, substituting for Matt Dimon as Quarterback,” the public address announcement echoed.
Coach signaled for a long pass to running back Zeke Brown. David nodded, and motioned with both arms for the huddle.
“Coach called red zebra, Zeke runs right, Stone, you are the alternate up the gut,” David said, looking at two other players to confuse Excalibur. He had learned in Alabama to summarize the pattern, because players forget, or get nervous and confused.
“Your block could decide the game,” David said quickly looking each player in the eye, “don’t let us down”.
“Coach is giving us a chance to get our jerseys dirty, so let’s get this done,” David said, as he clapped his hands, breaking the huddle. Two replacements who also had clean uniforms nervously grinned, nodded, and hustled to the line.
Zeke was the fastest receiver David had ever played with, he decided he would launch the pass when he reached the letter F in the children’s ABC song.
When the ball was snapped, David scrambled, giving Zeke time to sprint downfield. The pass seemed too long, but it was timed perfectly, or rather Zeke’s last second burst of speed made it seem perfectly timed, and it fell into Zeke’s arms midstride . Zeke seemed to hit overdrive, and ran into the end zone untouched.
“Touch down! Barley High. David Phelps’s pass to Zeke Brown,” the announcer broadcast, as both refs raised their arms.
Barley missed the extra point, as usual, the score was now Excalibur 25- Barley High 15.
People leaving the Barley stands stopped, clogging the aisles, then climbed back to their seats. On the Barley sideline Zeke smiled, pointed to David, then moved his hands like he was filming, signaling that last play would be on his college recruiting Dvd.
Excalibur had put their first team back in every position on the return. You could feel the tension, the Barley fans began to scream. David could feel the momentum swinging to Barley High, you could see it by the way the defense charged the field as predators. The reenergized Barley defense quickly thumped Excalibur with a turnover, their first of the year, and a touchdown, when the Excalibur quarterback muffed the handoff reaching for a first down.
Barley missed the extra point again. The score was now 25-21.
The Barley fans went nuts,
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