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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