It fails. Eagles lose.

3 points down…

A game that had nothing on the line but pride, Bryce took the ball in his hands as he shuffled back for the final time in his college career.

The blonde hair boy again looked at his options, he was about thirty yards from the end zone,

One last throw… that’s all he had left, he had to make it count.

His O-Line had heart, that couldn’t be taken away from them but they weren’t physically strong enough to hold their opponents. With time ticking on the clock and defenders bounding away at him, wanting to pull him to the ground, Bryce had to launch the football and hope for the best.

In a beautiful spiral pass towards the end zone, a crowd of players gathered in position, taking to the air. Mark was in the right spot, contending for the catch, jumping in between two Gators defenders.

The ball spun in the air…

Closer and closer it got to the pack, if Mark or another teammate could take the catch cleanly, that would be the game for the Eagles.

It continued to fly, hitting the tip of Mark’s hands, he felt it bounce off them.

The ball had began to fall…

Mark continued to fight for it on his way down, reaching out, trying to catch it before it hit the turf. He felt it again with his hand but before he could complete the catch, the ball was thumped away from his hands, finally hitting the ground.

Incomplete pass… the whistle sounded to end the game and the boys in dark blue jumped around and celebrated, forming a celebratory pack.

The crowd groaned, stunned that it hadn’t gone their way..

Bryce couldn’t believe it… he stood on the ground, hands on his head for a matter of minutes. He couldn’t leave the field, not even the patch of turf that he was standing to, it was as I’d his feet were planted to it.

Laying on the ground, thinking about what was almost his, Mark felt his heart sink as he watched Bryce stare off into the distance.

That was it, they had blown it.