“YOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRR MINNESOTA GREYDUCKS, TWENTY EIGHT! KANSAS CITY COYOTES, FOURTEEEEEEEN!!!” The PA announcer’s jubilance buzzes through my chest. It’s so loud, yet I barely hear it over the frenzied crowd. We have the defending Ultimini Champs on the ropes on our turf after almost three full quarters. I look at my fellow defensive linemen and, without a word, grab our helmets to head onto the field.
“Kickoff by Jay-Jaymison, return by Akara to the 21 yard line. First and ten, Kansas City.” The surge from the crowd drives me out to the field. Adrenaline pumping through every inch of my being as the crowd is near deafening.
The play is blown dead. False start on Akara. I don’t blame him. I can barely hear the snap count as a defensive tackle; he's a wide out. Somehow, it gets even louder. My heart pumps even faster. Never have I felt so energized yet so in control. As the ball is set and the Coyotes come to the line, time seems to slow down; almost stand still.
The ball is snapped. It's as though I'm bull rushing my blocker into the ground before the quarterback has the ball. It's a deep drop. I close the gap fast as he notices me coming. It’s too late. He tries to escape but ends up losing more yards as I drive him to the ground.
“MINNESOTA SACK!!! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!!!”
“Kickoff by Jay-Jaymison, return by Akara to the 21 yard line. First and ten, Kansas City.” The surge from the crowd drives me out to the field. Adrenaline pumping through every inch of my being as the crowd is near deafening.
The play is blown dead. False start on Akara. I don’t blame him. I can barely hear the snap count as a defensive tackle; he's a wide out. Somehow, it gets even louder. My heart pumps even faster. Never have I felt so energized yet so in control. As the ball is set and the Coyotes come to the line, time seems to slow down; almost stand still.
The ball is snapped. It's as though I'm bull rushing my blocker into the ground before the quarterback has the ball. It's a deep drop. I close the gap fast as he notices me coming. It’s too late. He tries to escape but ends up losing more yards as I drive him to the ground.
“MINNESOTA SACK!!! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!!!”
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