He’s been dreaming about this his whole life. Probably been through this scenario over and over again in his head. He knew every detail. What the air smelled like, the echo of the crowd, how his wheels slightly sunk in to the grass, the touch of the pigskin. Then he got word that he would finally get a shot. The butterflies took over in his gut as he heard his teammates chanting his name. The smile stretched from ear to ear as he coasted towards the huddle. The excitement was overwhelming when he heard his number called. The anticipation grew as he lined up in formation. Then the cadence… the snap… his big chance… And he fucking fumbles! Unbelievable. He didn’t even realize he dropped the ball. Just kept plowing towards the end zone like a runaway locomotive.
You know, I’m not going to be a total dick here. I understand this was a really cool gesture on the part of both teams. But I honestly believe, if I had a physical condition that prevented me from playing sports, I’d much rather take the handoff and get crushed in the backfield for a huge loss then have the opposing team let me stroll into the end zone. Seriously. Because for that one play, I’d be just a normal kid. Completely average. And I think that’s exactly what someone like Trent here wants. They don’t need to be a superstar. Just one of the guys. So I wouldn’t want anyone handing me anything other than the ball. I’d cherish a legit loss over a charity touchdown any day.
PS – The kid might have been dealt a shitty hand as far as health goes. But I’ll be damned if he doesn’t have the coolest name. Trent Glaze? I bet he gets laid regularly. By cheerleaders. And teachers.
