The Titans kick. Our returner runs out-of-bounds at the ten-yard line. We have a long way to go, but we are determined. Play after play, first down after first down, we push until we are in Titans territory.
At third and twenty, we are winded but still pushing. Anton pretends the ball is tucked under his arm, but he has quietly set the ball on the ground. He looks like he’s going to run, but as the Titans’ defense approaches, he shows his hands. No football. One of our lineman, Reece Larsen, has picked it up, tucked it under his arm, and started running down the field.
The Titans didn’t see it coming. When they finally go after Reece, it’s too late.
Touchdown!
The Titans cry foul, but it’s a legal play. The ball touched the ground first. Green is mad. He’s yelling about cheap tricks. Kicking at the turf. Spitting on the ground. The ref sends him to the bench.
Coach calls for a two-point conversion. The Titans form a wall, but we move as if we are one giant beast. Our receiver crosses over the line and Anton throws the ball in a spectacular arc that lands right in our receiver’s hands.
Titans 17. Wolves 15.
We are back.