The genre is a short story. It’s about how a NFL quarter back is in the super bowl and is trying to throw the game winning pass and he has to evade a couple of defenders and he ends up getting injured. I think it’s my favorite because it has a lot of imagery and it’s really realistic and it just shows an image in your head when you read it. How I thought of it was I was sitting in my room trying to think of something to right and my sister was trying to help me and she was just naming off random ideas and one came up that was football so I wrote about it.
Goodbye career
“Down”, I yelled as I scanned the defense for any read I could get on what they had called. I bent over to talk to the center with pressure building on both sides of the ball. “Set”, I yelled as I bent over to make it look like I was whispering to the center again, I quickly yelled, “Hut.” I snatched the ball from the center’s hand and scrambled to find the laces. I ran back into the pocket and slipped as the rain pelted my helmet. Sweat trickled down my face as I hit the dirt and scrambled to get back to my feet. But the offensive line couldn’t hold much longer. I stared at the field to find an open receiver but they were all covered. Out of the corner of my eye on my blind side I saw Dwight Freeney rushing toward me. He jumped as I ducked. He went flying over the top of me and hit Robert Mathis coming after me too. I finally found a receiver in the corner of the end zone…… CRACK. I was hit in two places. My upper body and my legs. One player came from the back and one from the front. I lofted the football up in the air toward the receiver. The receiver dived for the ball, planted one foot and dragged the second, with a one handed catch. The crowd was in an uproar until they looked to me to start celebrating. One man saw me and the news spread like wildfire. All I was doing was lying on the turf. Not moving at all. The training staff rushed onto the field as the players from both teams took off their helmets and kneeled some talking to coaches or players and some talking to family members but most on my team were in prayer with all three coaches, players, and family members. There was a deathly silence throughout the stadium. They soon put me on a stretcher and gave me my super bowl ring. I couldn’t move my hands or anything else for that matter. But my brother gave “thumbs up” to the crowd and the crowd and both teams gave me a standing ovation. Luckily I had just lost movement for a short period of time I regained full movement throughout my body. But I could never play in the NFL again.
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