The night was cool, the ground covered in snow
The runner sees the line, all set to go
They failed him before, but not today
He tenses up, digs into the clay
The Q yells hike, its do or die
This time he needs no ally
The line makes contact, pads crack but hold
This is the time to stand and be bold
The ball is tossed, he makes the catch
He won’t fumble this time, he’d keep it attached
He sees a hole, takes the chance
The way is clear, he’s in a trance
He’d prove them wrong, he’d earn their trust
He won’t be brought down, he’d be robust
But then one slip, a block breaks free
The runner’s hit, he tries to flee
But its too late, the play is done
If not for the mistake, they could have won