SOS | The fable of Swift Davis

[Scoop]

“What’s the hold up D? Unload that shit,” was all I heard.

My life stood still, and it echoed in my head... “Unload that shit, unload that shit, unload that shit!” My hand was shaking uncontrollably, and the nausea settling into my stomach made me weary… but I could still make it out.

The kid only known as “Sweeps” was the sights of Blue’s Beretta U22 Neos, and I could feel my clammy index finger caressing the trigger. Sweeps was motionlessly lying in the corner, covered in blood and looking up at the man who could kill him with a look of sheer terror and agony. I’ll never forget that look.

[Mitch8766]

nvm saw ur post on vsn

[Mitch8766]

Good stuff throughl

[Matt1]

seriously how many new things do u make a week?

[Scoop]

too much

[Scoop]

There it was. The Championship trophy was sitting on the sideline and it was mine to take. We were down 37-30 with 2:00 left in the game, ball on our 31.

I got the play from coach Clode and repeated it to my team. “Wing flanker over left, 28 jet pass Post Hitch Flag on one.” “Ready... BREAK!” Their claps rang in my ears and it was time for me to take my place under center. I looked left at our wide receiver, Cal Johnson. I nodded at him and he smiled back. I took one last look over the field before settling down. It was go time.

“Team down…Set… ONE!”

And the ball was in my hands. I placed the pigskin in Erik Parker’s breadbasket. He had been pounding the rock all game. The safety came up to stuff him, and I cracked a smile and pulled it out. I rolled right and settled my feet just in time to see Johnson making his cut to the goal post. He took the inside edge on the cornerback and I just let it go. I swear that ball got into his hands at 90 miles an hour. He made the catch and was able to get a few extra yards before being dragged down by the last man to beat. It was first and 10 at the opponents 48 with 51 ticks on the clock. I looked over at coach for the next play and I see a yellow beanie.

I couldn’t believe it. Our backside tackle was called for the hold. I shook my head in aggravation. What was a 22 yard play was turned into a 10 yard loss. I went back to the huddle and recited the same play, “Wing flanker over left, 28 jet pass Post Hitch Flag on one,” but this time I made sure to tell everybody to play clean. It was 1st and 20 now, and I took my spot again.

“Team down… Set… ONE!” Once again, I had control of this game. I faked it to Parker again and this time, the safety didn’t wince. Johnson was double covered and my tight end was jammed at the line. My dump-off men were in the middle of traffic so I knew I had to make the play by myself. I this move my brother always used on me on their contain man… I bet he was cheering in the stands because the kid didn’t touch me. Now it was just me and the open field. I crossed the thirty… then the forty… I was approaching the fifty and I saw the safety pursuing me. I played it safe and ducked out at their 47. As my foot hit the white paint, the safety tripped over his own feet and took a spill, if I had kept going we would’ve scored. It was no big deal though, I still had the game in a headlock and planned to keep it there until we had a W.

There were 39 seconds, 47 yards, and 8 points keeping us from a for the second consecutive year. I ran back to the huddle. “Straight T cross buck option left on two. Ready, BREAK!” We all hustled to the line. My voice echoed throughout the field again, “Team down… Set… ONE!” I think I was at full speed before the ball fully got in my hands. I was off to the left with Parker behind me waiting for the pitch. I picked up a good outside block, made a move and hit the corner. The safety came up on me looking to make the play, and I pitched it, but he had been expecting it, as he changed directions, heading toward Erik before the ball left my hands. Parker caught the ball and was drilled in the ribs. I quickly called a time out and grouped up with my team in the huddle. I looked around and something was different. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Erik’s motionless body on the ground.

Coach gave us a pep talk while Erik was taken to the hospital with what looked to be three fractured ribs. The ambulance pulled off and our team went to the line. Now only 28 seconds, 9 yards and 8 points were in our way. The call was a quarterback sweep right and I was ready. “Team down…” the ball was snapped on a quick count. The other team’s line fell asleep and I was by them in an instant. It was me and that safety. I was at the five… the four… he was close and I made a soar for the pylon but he put his shoulder into my helmet and sent me into a helicopter. I did a complete 720 and came crashing down on the goal line...

[Lonewolf32]

looks good, but scoop , promise me you'll stick with one or two things cause you make so many I don't know what to follow or not.

[Scoop]

im sticking with this and UFL.. i wanted to stick with hornets but nobody was interested

[Scoop]

I thought I was in and my team went wild, but the referee placed the ball on the half an inch line. We were too busy celebrating to realize we didn’t score yet and the clock continued to tick while we continued to cheer. Finally our center realizes it and calls a timeout with two seconds left.

Coach calls us to the sideline and puts the big guys in; Nine men on the line, me, and then the biggest kid on the team at fullback. Parker was usually our short yardage back, but without him, this final inch was going to be a brawl. Coach called a fullback wedge and sent us out to punch it in. We were walking back onto the field and he called me back. “Swift… pull it out and make a break to the pylon at the last second.” He patted me on the butt and sent me out.

“Team down… Set… ONE!” The ball was hiked and I turned and put the ball in big boy Brian’s stomach. The defense shot towards the middle and I took it out, put it on my back hip and strolled untouched into the end zone as time expired. It was now 37-36 and we needed an extra point to send this into overtime.

Being the quarterback, I also held kicks, so I stayed on the field and let the PAT team set up. “Check, check! Line in place!” I signaled for the ball with my hands and watched a botched snap soar over my head.

“Fire! Fire!” I yelled. I scooped the ball up at the fifteen and saw eleven men aiming at my head. Then our tight end slipped out of the madness and into the end zone. I had to throw the ball sidearmed to make it around everybody but it fell right into Jason’s hands for a two point conversion and another championship.

The crowd went crazy, you were barely able to hear the press box announcer. “And the Richmond Pee Wee Football Champions are the Broncos!!!”

Then over the crowd, the cheers, and the announcer… You could easily make out three distinct gun shots.