The Separating White Line I glance up at the scoreboard; the clock reads 2:15 left in the fourth quarter. My team is down by 3 points; we have eighty-five yards to go, and have no time outs left. I yell out the cadence and the center snaps the oblong ball into my hands. Taking a short three-step drop I glance to my left. The only objects I see are two beefy defensive linemen bearing down on me. …showed first 75 words of 1529 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1529 total…with moms and dads, brothers and sisters, and most importantly friends from school and girlfriends. Their usual clapping after touchdowns has turned into a continuous roar. The ball is snapped, I take a five step drop and look up field, everyone is expecting a series of bombs to end the game; especially the defense. The defensive captain has told his team to drop into a deep zone, protecting the end zone. The linebackers and defens