HANDS

I grew up across the street from a junior high school.

It had a football field with the old 50’s style goalpost.

Me and my neighbor and friend Jake would play football there.

One Saturday a bunch of 12 year olds showed up ”

They may as well have been gods.

They allowed us to play. Me and Jake on opposite teams so we could guard/offset each other.

I was an undersized kid.

I broke free.

12 year old QB saw me and launched a high arcing bomb.

I tracked the ball like a pop fly.

caught it in the end zone.

Touchdown.

My 12 year old teammates swarmed me with adulation and praise.

“hands, we gonna call this kid hands”.

I was open.

I just made the catch.

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