Petlon Get In Here: A Short Story

With my eyes glued to the ball. Just waiting for the center to snap it to the quarterback I made sure my cleats were dug in and ready to go. As the center moved the ball I charged forward shoving the center out of the way and slamming my shoulder into the quarterback and taking him down before he had a chance to blink. After the play, there was time to think to myself about the past week, the events that had transpired, the important decision I had made, and about that one sunny day at practice.

Since it was my very first varsity game I was extremely nervous and scared to let my team down. On the first drive I was called out to punt from the back of our end zone. I prepared myself for the worst because our starting long snapper was injured, so my long snapper was a tight end who had never snapped before in his life. The ball ended up being snapped 3 ft over my head and about 10 ft to my left, so I sprinted to get under the ball, jumped

When I was out there, I wasn't feeling well at all. The fact I was out there [early in the game], their game plan was so different just because of the fact I was out there. If I go out there healthy and we go out there and do what we do, the way we've been doing it the whole season, especially in the playoffs, running the ball, running play-action, leaving [Antonio Brown] one-on-one ... I think the outcome would have been different. We'll get back to that next year.” (ESPN, 2017).

Saturday morning, and sweat is running down my face. Dirt is covering every inch of my body. Breathing hard I hear the coach scream “GO!”. Already tired I force my beaten body to run as fast as I could. I see my opponent come into my view, and I know what I have to do. Speeding my way towards the ball I tackle the kid in front of me. In the distance I hear satisfaction from my coach. “Nice tackle Dylan, you get better everytime I watch you.” applauds my coach. I thank him for noticing that I have been working hard throughout these two a day practices. Sprinting my way towards the  next drill I run my coach's words through my head which helps boost my confidence for what is to come next. I was halfway through the week filled with these gruesome two a days, but I knew from my improvement each day I would make it.

So my life started the same as any other inflated dead cow in Ada, Ohio. I was made in the second week of January which meant I was going to be used for one of the upcoming championship games. Before I was shipped out I was dreaming of being thrown by Tom Brady and Andrew Luck or being carried by Beast Mode and Eddie Lacy. After my fellow footballs and I heard we were going to Foxborough I knew we would play a role in a historic game that could be Brady’s last chance for four rings or Luck’s first of many super bowl appearances.

I woke up to my mom entering my room screaming, “ ITS GAME DAY!” Instead of waking up to my usual routine, sluggish and begging for more sleep, today was completely different. It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday in December. I still was in shock my school finally made it to the championship game. It felt like a dream as if my mother never woke me up by her yelling. I knew this was a huge game and something I would remember forever. Considering the high circumstances of this game I knew I had to be one hundred percent ready to play my best. My head coach, Coach Sphire wanted all of us players to report to the film room by noon that day. As time past by my team I had discussed many offensive and defensive plays, watched film, and prepared ourselves

We march onto the field and took our positons to stop the other team. Boom the kick was off I ran as fast as I can and hit the guy with the ball. Okay I said to myself I got the first tackle now the real game has started no time to think about anything else but the game. Surprising we were doing a good job stopping them from moving the ball. The next thing I remember we had the ball. On offense I was lined up against one of the giants from their team. Wow I was scared but once we hit, I notice he was not all that good. Now drive my own self-motivation I began to play like the me I know. As everything was going good I can feel the whole mood of the game change. We were holding our ground with a team that should be beating us. Every moment of the game felt like a dream but the pain was

The killer didn't bother respond to the woman's final message, and instead, continued with his research. It didn't take long to discover more about Vivian; her date and place of birth, previous residences, schooling grades, college applications and employment history, and the deeper he, the more he was encouraged that indeed she was who and what she said.

There he was; just a little ways up ahead. Hanging around just outside little ol' Devlon's depot straight under the Dark of night like a good little buck. Hell from down the street right up until the headlights of my truck were straight in his face, and beaming the shadow of his tiny little body right up Devlon's wall. He. Stayed. Right where he fucking was and gave both me and my fucking truck the cold stare. Cos' he fucking hated my guts and even from way down the fucking road; he knew it was me.

I started practices which was exciting until I actually had to work. I would beat out these college kids so easy like a piece of cake but, I didn’t want to show up. Because I didn’t put the work in at practice, the coaches decided to bench me until I decided to try in practices. In the third game of the year against Texas Tech I carried the ball 2 times for 62 yards and a TD. The whole state of Oklahoma knew who was boss after that.The last game of the year in the Cotton Bowl against our rival Texas was a game to remember.I had gained 15 lbs of fat over the winter break so I was not in shape for this game. I went into that game unprepared and still ran the ball for 324 yards and two TDs. We lost the game because I had four different cramps that caused me to leave the game at halftime.If I would have took care of my body over the break,I would have have over 600 yards and we would have hoisted the Cotton Bowl Trophy victoriously.I wish things would have gone my way but they

The feeling that was swallowing us whole at that very moment felt very ethereal. Like it was there, solid, standing right in front of us, but nothing was really there except for strangers passing through. It felt like it was a longing, a yearning that went on for far too long and then finally, in the midst of a normal day, it stopped, and everything was found. I never thought that this feeling would ever come to me. You know the smell you get after it rains? that earthy smell that you always come to love? I found a word for it, I have no idea where it came from, but It's called Petrichor. I can find a word for that, yet I could never find a word to describe that feeling that was running through my mind, my body, my soul. I can always remember and feel it, but I can never describe the damned feeling to anyone. Funny isn't it? Now that I think about it, you're probably wondering what I’m talking about, right? I'll tell you, but you'll have to listen and feel with all your senses. If you don't, you'll most definitely miss something. So, stay aware, but don't stay tense, you'll be here awhile. And please, I beg of you, don't laugh at my silly story, for I am not wrong and neither are you. Don't compare to any other, this my story and mine alone. Nothing could ever be the same as everything I felt and went through. So please, enjoy this sad, silly, beautiful story of mine.

My name is Mitch Houle and I am in your managing quality class at 6:00 PM on Monday. I just wanted to let you know I am under the weather and will not be able to make it to class today. I looked at the syllabus and it looked like we are just lecturing and two groups are presenting. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

Nerves fill my body. Because I believe that our life gains meaning through fighting injustice, I’ve invited four guests to help me figure out how. I’m praying for a friendly dinner, but because three of them are revolutionaries, I expect fireworks.

They kicked off the ball at the start of third quarter and it was floating right to me. I got the ball from the 15 yard line, I made a couple of moves and took the ball to the 50 yard line. On first down, our coach decided to pass. It worked out pretty well, it was an 8 yard gain. On second and two I wanted the ball, I knew I could get the yards. When I got it there was a huge gap and I ran through it faster then I have ever ran. When I finally was taken down, It was a gain of 18! We kept marching down the field but once we were in the red zone, everything started to slow down. It was third and goal, we were at the 4 yard line. I told coach I could take it in. We lined up, everything was

I’m a firm believer in needing just a few seconds of courage and boldness to make a brave decision and have something great come from it. Sometimes the best decision can be disagreeing with your coach and going rogue. As a quarterback, you’re responsible for getting the play from the coach and telling the rest of the team – not ignoring the coach and calling your own play. Our team was in a tricky situation and we really needed a first down. The play that the coach had called was one we had been running all game with no success. We needed something new to get the precious yards we needed. Instead of doing the safe middle run, I threw a deep pass. Lucky for me, this was the time when I made a bold move and it worked out – the receiver caught