Rainy Night

January 22, 2009
Fourth and inches on a misty friday night
The games on the line.
The fields drenched, the players are soaking wet.
our playoff hopes
lie on the legs of our star running back.
Its hard to see as i drop back;
my hearts pounding like a thousand footsteps.
I hand him the ball and let him go to work.
As he takes the handoff
he stumbles ahead for the pile of defenders.
He slipps and falls.

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