Silo: "He was the one player I couldn't do anything with. I'd fire off the ball, have a perfect shot at him, and he'd just vanish. That, or he'd hit me a forearm that would rattle my teeth. He was one bad dude."
Donnie: "Didn't he make a roster?"
Paul: "Steelers, for a couple of years, then some injuries sent him back to East Pike."
A fourth and two that is beyond huge, folks.Spartans must score here, because they have a lot more scoring to do. And the clock is really moving now. Three minutes and forty seconds. Full house, now Chenault in motion left, long countby Crenshaw . And they jump! East Pike jumps offside! First and goal Spartans on the five-yard line! Crenshaw gave it the old head fake and got by with it.
Silo: "Head fake my ass."
Paul: "It was all in the cadence."
Blanchard: "I remember their Coach going crazy, charging the field."
Neely: "He got a flag.Half the distance."
Silo: "That guy was psycho, and the more we scored the louder he screamed."
First and goal from the two and a half.Option left, here comes the pitch, Marcus Mabry is hit, drives, and falls into the end zone! Touchdown Spartans! Touchdown!
Buck's voice carried even farther through the still night. Rabbit, at some point, heard it and crept into the shadows down the track to investigate the noise. He saw a crowd sitting and half-lying haphazardly up in the bleachers. He saw bottles of beer, smelled the smoke from the cigars. In another era, he would have taken charge and ordered everyone away from the field. But those were Rake's boys up there, the chosen few. They were waiting for the lights to go off.
If he got closer he could call each one by name, and number, and he could remember the exact location of their lockers.