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Glory Play (standard:action, 818 words)
Author: ABRAdded: Aug 13 2002Views/Reads: 3305/1Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Johns must bring honor to not only himself, but to Coach Leams in this last play of the game. Unique ending.

"Alright boys, this is it.  This is our chance at glory, the one moment
all remebered atheletes strive for.  We can either bow down and let the 
Cougars take away our chance at national victory once again, or we can 
rip our rightful victory from their grasp."  Coach looked like he had 
never looked before.  There was a new passion in his eyes, a passion 
spawned from desperation.  This was his last chance and all the men 
knew it.  In Coach Leams thirty years of coaching in the professional 
league, he has never tasted national victory.  Talk of forced 
retirement filled the management offices, and this was to be his last 
game. "Johns," barked Coach Leams at his star quarterback Philip Johns. 
"Yes Coach?" answered back the anxious Johns.  The pressure on him this 
last quarter of this momumental game laid heavy on his mind.  He 
wanted, no he needed to bring Leams and himself this victory.  He 
promised his fiancee, Gloria, that he would give up the game for a 
career more stable than pro football.  With their first on the way, she 
often got nervous while he was away days at a time.  He loved Gloria 
and would glady do anything for her. "Johns it's up to you.  Their 
defense is weak and tired, now is your chance to get the ball down 
field.  All we need is one more touchdown and we are the new National 
Champions.  I need you Johns, this is your moment.  This is our 
moment." "I'll make you proud Coach, I'll make you proud." 

"Sport fans this is it.  Bullets head coach Leams has called a time out
to stop the clock.  With a minute left on the clock, they still have 
time to take the lead.  This is Leams and the Bullets star quarterback, 
Johns, last game.  There is alot running on this play; this play will 
determine if Leams can retire in glory or walk away in shame.  Alright, 
the Bullets are taking the field.  The snap--Johns has the ball--he is 
looking for an opening--the Cougars are closing in--he's going to throw 
it--no, no wait he's he's running it!--Johns dashes by number 
thirty-two and twelve--wait number seven is in close behind Johns--this 
is it folks!--Johns is almost to the line--seven is closing in 
fast!--seven jumps for the tackle!--Johns reaches and yes folks he is 
in! He is in!  The Bullets have won their first National Championship!  
I haven't seen such a play in my tweenty odd years of broadcasting!  
Coach Leams and Johns have their victory!" Johns looked up at the crowd 
roaring into excitement.  A feeling of pride surged through his body as 
he watched his teamates were coming onto the field.  He looked down at 
the ball, the winning ball, they had won.  It almost seemed unreal, 
impossible.  Few athletes will ever get to taste sweet success like 
this.  He had done it, he gave Leams his championship! The Bullets 
lifted their comrade onto their shoulders.  This was the first great 
success of the team.  A team that often got casted into the shadows for 
their lack of skill and noteriaity, but this victorious moment was 
theirs.  Johns was their hero, their savior.  Johns would definately go 
down into the history book as the greatest quarterback the Bullets have 
ever and will ever see. "Mr. Johns, wake up.  Philip?  Are you 
listening to me?  It's time to take your medicine." Johns looked up to 
see the oh so "friendly" nurse Gloria at the foot of the bed holding a 
cup full of multi-colored pills.  Pills that supposedly kept him alive, 
though why anyone would want to live in this way was beyond Johns. "Now 
Mr. Johns, take your pills and then ill wheel you down to lunch.  
You've got to eat you know, keep your strength up." "Keep my strength 
up?  What strength!  It doesn't take any strength to have people like 
you do everything for me! Gloria, do you realize I'm thirty-five years 
old and have ever felt what it's like to walk!  I'm worse than a child! 
 I'm useless!" "Now, now, Mr. Johns, don't talk like that.  You know I 
have to take care of you while Mr. Leams is out of town.  It'll be the 
death of me if he comes back from Europe and finds his nephew dead now 
wouldn't it.  Why are you so pissy?  You are lucky to have such a great 
uncle like Mr. Leams to take care of you.  I just don't understand you 
sometimes.  Did you have that dream again?" "Why do you care what I 
dream about?  If it's any of your business, which it isn't, but yes, I 
did have that dream.  I was great, I was wonderful.  Every eye in the 
world looked onto me with admiration, even Uncle's.  Now leave me be 
and stop worrying about me, it was just a criple man's dream." 


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