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Chapter Ten
December
If I’d known it was going to be the last football game I’d ever play in my life, I still wouldn’t have changed a thing.
The Campbell Coyotes were ranked number two in our league, right behind us. We’d already clinched the championship, but winning that day would make us undefeated, something that had never happened in the history of Santa Cruz Central football.
We were down 18-21 with fourteen seconds left, our ball on their forty-seven. Coach’s play was a short pass up the side to our tight end. His job was to get out of bounds to stop the clock and give our kicker a chance to tie it up.
But none of the guys in the huddle wanted overtime. They wanted the win. It was the last time this team would ever play together. I’d been ready for the end of the season for weeks, but a twinge of nostalgia bit me anyway. They deserved whatever I could give.
“Coach called the play, so we’re running the play,” I said, but shot Donte a fast, knowing glance. He nodded imperceptibly and the huddle broke up.
Our offense lined up against the Coyote defense—a row of scowling faces gunning for me.
“Hut two, hut two!”
Chance hiked me the ball and I dropped back, faked a handoff to Isaiah, and scanned the field.
As planned, their defense anticipated our play and had our tight end and running back double covered. Only one guy on Donte. A mistake.
I dodged a defender who got past my line. He managed to snag my arm, but I tore out of his grasp and sidestepped him as he crashed to the ground. Donte was a running blur up the left side. In fractions of a second, my brain and arm calculated angle and distance. I let fly.
Two defenders sandwiched me just as the ball left my hand. The air pushed out of my lungs with a woosh as we all went to the ground, my head rattling inside my helmet. For a few chaotic seconds my world was churned turf, muttered curses and grunts, and flashes of the red and white jerseys of our opponents piled on top of me
Then cheers filtered through the mob. Thunderous cheers. I smiled into the ground before being hauled to my feet by Chance and Mikey Grimaldi. Chance hooked his fingers in my face mask and bellowed. No words, just a mindless, barbaric scream of triumph.
I looked around to see dejected Coyotes, hands on their hips, shaking their bowed heads. The crowd was a frantic sea of blue and gold as a score now flashed 24-21, two seconds left on the clock.
Donte jogged back from the end zone, the game-winning ball tucked under his arm. We ran at each
other, leaped, and crashed chests in midair. Our helmets pressed together, both of us pushing forward in a rush of adrenaline.
“Who did that?” he shouted in my face,
“You did that!” I shouted back. “Who did that?
“You did that!” Donte backed off and rapidly smacked his chest with a fist three times. “Come on! Come on.”
The coaching staff and players on the bench surged the field and our team huddled in a thrumming, jumping mass of triumph. Their energy surged through me too, but on different currents. I disentangled myself from the crowd and looked toward the bleachers. I picked them out instantly—Dad, Amelia…and my mom.
She was bundled head to toe for winter, furiously waving and cheering with the rest of them. She wasn’t supposed to make it to Christmas, but there she was. Not in remission, but the medications she was taking were working to hold the cancer at bay. To give her time. She was there and she got to see me play and witness my dad’s joy and pride.
That was victory.
Back at school a few days later, the guys and I were treated as heroes but the shine was already coming off the win for me. The season was over and I could put more hours in at the shop, though Dad was adamant I keep my rigorous workout schedule so I wouldn’t get “soft” by summer.
In Calculus, some of the kids broke out into applause when I stepped into class.
I felt Holden’s eyes on me as I took my seat. We’d hardly said a handful of words to each other since that night I called him from the hospital, desperate and freaked out. I’d never felt so alone in my life, and he’d been there, pulling me out of the dark pit.
I owe him more than the silent treatment.
Mr. Reynolds came around passing back our midterm exams.
“For the most part, very impressive.” He laid the papers face down on our desks. “A few of you had issues with derivative values, but overall, I’m very happy with your progress.”
At my desk, he put my exam face down with a smile. I felt eyes on me and looked up to see Holden, his eyebrows raised expectantly.
