The Catch
by Josh Frie | Five seconds to go.
And the crowd's on your side.
You drop back to pass.
While your linemen collide.
You look to your left.
And see nothing downfield.
You look to your right and think "This can't be real."
The sound of the field.
Is nothing but a hum.
You see someone open.
And let loose with a bomb.
It sails through the air.
And the crowd looks of doubt.
It hits your teammates hands.
And the crowd starts to shout.
The hit is horrendous.
A pounding loud whack.
But he holds on to the ball.
Through every loud crack.
They made it through the game.
They won with the last pass.
Everyone is screaming.
Their breaths they try to grasp.
It is over now.
The new champs are here.
Through every sweat bead.
Through every last tear. | Josh Frie
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