Post by connormartin on Apr 18, 2011 20:43:30 GMT -5
Connor Martin[/size]
The NFC Championship game. A packed home stadium and a team that seemed destined to take the whole fuckin' thing. A clash of the titans and every thing.... The players had been all over all the major network the entire week up to the game... and the atmosphere showed. Nothing like a cold night in New York City to make or break a man. The field was cold and hard... the wind was blowing... they even said that there would be snow... not that that mattered in the end. The entire city would be watching along with most of the nation.
Connor Martin grinned at the face of the man across from him. Just a thin strip of white dividing the green turf between them. He took a low breath and let the crowd die about him as they waited for the snap. It was an easy calm. This was his moment... it was his turn. The quarterback barked out his count, pointing out into the opposing team. Connor's breath lifted from his facemask and he looked towards the all pro cornerback he was facing. Then, at that spit second before the snap, he winked.
Three.... two.... one.....
Muscles bunched suddenly and the stillness of the field broke. The man across from him tried to jam him at the line and Conner threw a shoulder into his chest before spinning smoothly and breaking into open field. The air rushed around him as he sprinted down the sideline.
... Two... three... four... NOW
His head gave him the silent count before he broke inside and cut across the field. It was a thing of beauty that he looked up to. The ball spun under the flashing lights. As soon as Connor had made his break the QB had made the throw and the crowd had jumped to it's feet with a roar. His hands threw themselves outwards and there was another eruption as fingers closed around it. He brought it down and cradled it to his side.
A white jersey was in front of him and lowered for a hit. Connor let out a whoop and vaulted, his arm closing on the shoulder of the safety who flew by under him. Spikes met turf again and he felt an impact against him from the left. Arms wrapped about him and he turned, lifting. The body rolled up and over him, tossed to the side. Now it was all just open field....just him and the end zone. Lights flashed in front on him.
"He's at the FIFTEEN! THE TEN! THE FIVE!"
The oblong ball was firmly in the grip of his hand...that hand was attached to an outstretched arm. The crowd seemed to have gone deathly silent.... seventy thousand screaming voices... silenced was like a gunshot. His view was caged by the helmet and he took a raspy breath from behind the facemask. The burning sensation at his side seemed to fade for a moment as the revulsion washed over him. There was a tangle of limbs around him and he could remember being hit and his arm flying out as the time expired on the clock.
The ball rested just six inches from the goal line and a shadow fell across Connor. The referee pointed to the ball and then... with sweeping arms it was all over. He had failed... no Superbowl. The rest was a blur... no press conferences.. just him being helped to a locker room...the flash bulbs seemed dim and gone now.
The NFC Championship game. A packed home stadium and a team that seemed destined to take the whole fuckin' thing. A clash of the titans and every thing.... The players had been all over all the major network the entire week up to the game... and the atmosphere showed. Nothing like a cold night in New York City to make or break a man. The field was cold and hard... the wind was blowing... they even said that there would be snow... not that that mattered in the end. The entire city would be watching along with most of the nation.
Connor Martin grinned at the face of the man across from him. Just a thin strip of white dividing the green turf between them. He took a low breath and let the crowd die about him as they waited for the snap. It was an easy calm. This was his moment... it was his turn. The quarterback barked out his count, pointing out into the opposing team. Connor's breath lifted from his facemask and he looked towards the all pro cornerback he was facing. Then, at that spit second before the snap, he winked.
Three.... two.... one.....
Muscles bunched suddenly and the stillness of the field broke. The man across from him tried to jam him at the line and Conner threw a shoulder into his chest before spinning smoothly and breaking into open field. The air rushed around him as he sprinted down the sideline.
... Two... three... four... NOW
His head gave him the silent count before he broke inside and cut across the field. It was a thing of beauty that he looked up to. The ball spun under the flashing lights. As soon as Connor had made his break the QB had made the throw and the crowd had jumped to it's feet with a roar. His hands threw themselves outwards and there was another eruption as fingers closed around it. He brought it down and cradled it to his side.
A white jersey was in front of him and lowered for a hit. Connor let out a whoop and vaulted, his arm closing on the shoulder of the safety who flew by under him. Spikes met turf again and he felt an impact against him from the left. Arms wrapped about him and he turned, lifting. The body rolled up and over him, tossed to the side. Now it was all just open field....just him and the end zone. Lights flashed in front on him.
"He's at the FIFTEEN! THE TEN! THE FIVE!"
The oblong ball was firmly in the grip of his hand...that hand was attached to an outstretched arm. The crowd seemed to have gone deathly silent.... seventy thousand screaming voices... silenced was like a gunshot. His view was caged by the helmet and he took a raspy breath from behind the facemask. The burning sensation at his side seemed to fade for a moment as the revulsion washed over him. There was a tangle of limbs around him and he could remember being hit and his arm flying out as the time expired on the clock.
The ball rested just six inches from the goal line and a shadow fell across Connor. The referee pointed to the ball and then... with sweeping arms it was all over. He had failed... no Superbowl. The rest was a blur... no press conferences.. just him being helped to a locker room...the flash bulbs seemed dim and gone now.