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Glory Play
By
ABR
"Alright boys, this is it. This is our
chance at glory, the one moment
all remembered athletes strive for. We can either bow down and let
the
Cougars take away our chance at national victory once again, or we can
rip our rightful victory from their grasp." Coach looked like he
had
never looked before. There was a new passion in his eyes, a
passion
spawned from desperation. This was his last chance and all the men
knew it. In Coach Leams thirty years of coaching in the
professional
league, he has never tasted national victory. Talk of forced
retirement filled the management offices, and this was to be his last
game. "Johns," barked Coach Leams at his star quarterback Philip Johns.
"Yes Coach?" answered back the anxious Johns. The pressure on him
this
last quarter of this monumental game laid heavy on his mind. He
wanted, no he needed to bring Leams and himself this victory. He
promised his fiancée, Gloria, that he would give up the game for a
career more stable than pro football. With their first on the way,
she
often got nervous while he was away days at a time. He loved
Gloria
and would gladly do anything for her. "Johns it's up to you. Their
defence is weak and tired, now is your chance to get the ball down
field. All we need is one more touchdown and we are the new
National
Champions. I need you Johns, this is your moment. This is
our
moment." "I'll make you proud Coach, I'll make you proud."
"Sport fans this is it. Bullets head coach Leams has called a time
out
to stop the clock. With a minute left on the clock, they still
have
time to take the lead. This is Leams and the Bullets star
quarterback,
Johns, last game. There is a lot running on this play; this play
will
determine if Leams can retire in glory or walk away in shame.
Alright,
the Bullets are taking the field. The snap--Johns has the ball--he
is
looking for an opening--the Cougars are closing in--he's going to throw
it--no, no wait he's he's running it!--Johns dashes by number
thirty-two and twelve--wait number seven is in close behind Johns--this
is it folks!--Johns is almost to the line--seven is closing in
fast!--seven jumps for the tackle!--Johns reaches and yes folks he is
in! He is in! The Bullets have won their first National
Championship!
I haven't seen such a play in my twenty odd years of broadcasting!
Coach Leams and Johns have their victory!" Johns looked up at the crowd
roaring into excitement. A feeling of pride surged through his
body as
he watched his teamates were coming onto the field. He looked down
at
the ball, the winning ball, they had won. It almost seemed unreal,
impossible. Few athletes will ever get to taste sweet success like
this. He had done it, he gave Leams his championship! The Bullets
lifted their comrade onto their shoulders. This was the first
great
success of the team. A team that often got cast into the shadows
for
their lack of skill and notoriety, but this victorious moment was
theirs. Johns was their hero, their saviour. Johns would
definitely go
down into the history book as the greatest quarterback the Bullets have
ever and will ever see. "Mr. Johns, wake up. Philip? Are you
listening to me? It's time to take your medicine." Johns looked up
to
see the oh so "friendly" nurse Gloria at the foot of the bed holding a
cup full of multi-colored pills. Pills that supposedly kept him
alive,
though why anyone would want to live in this way was beyond Johns. "Now
Mr. Johns, take your pills and then ill wheel you down to lunch.
You've got to eat you know, keep your strength up." "Keep my strength
up? What strength! It doesn't take any strength to have
people like
you do everything for me! Gloria, do you realize I'm thirty-five years
old and have ever felt what it's like to walk! I'm worse than a
child!
I'm useless!" "Now, now, Mr. Johns, don't talk like that. You know I
have to take care of you while Mr. Leams is out of town. It'll be
the
death of me if he comes back from Europe and finds his nephew dead now
wouldn't it. Why are you so pissy? You are lucky to have
such a great
uncle like Mr. Leams to take care of you. I just don't understand
you
sometimes. Did you have that dream again?" "Why do you care what I
dream about? If it's any of your business, which it isn't, but
yes, I
did have that dream. I was great, I was wonderful. Every eye
in the
world looked onto me with admiration, even Uncle's. Now leave me
be
and stop worrying about me, it was just a cripple man's dream."
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