"Callahan!"

Coach yelled my last name and I sprinted to him.

"Yeah Coach?" I asked as I adjusted my helmet and looked at him.

"Ready for the next rep?" He looked at me. I had been sitting on the sideline at practice for the past two weeks watching and now he wanted me in. My heart kind of skipped a beat but this was my chance and I had to take advantage of it.

I nodded and he smiled a little as he turned the playbook towards me, pointing at a play.

"Try the fake to receiver A first," he said then pointed at another "X" on the paper in front of me. "...then hit Jones coming off the curl, he should be wide open."

"Yes Coach." I turned and ran out towards the rest of the first string waiting for instructions in the huddle on the field.

I approached and stuck my head into the huddle.

"9-17 Curl. Ready break," I broke the huddle and everyone rushed to their spots.

I took my mouth piece from my face mask and placed it into my mouth as I approached the center. I carefully studied the defense and watched as both of the corners weren't giving very much space standing in front of our two receivers.

Man to man. I thought.

Then I looked at the linebackers. Two in the middle, showing a small blitz.

I got into my stance under center.

"Four fourteen! Set! Hut!" I yelled as the ball was shoved into my hands and I quickly took three steps back, ball placed by my ear.

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, I could see and recognize everything in front of me so clearly.

I turned to my left and saw Receiver A, Gould, strongly being covered by the corner. Which was what was expected. I quickly flicked my eyes to the linebackers in front of me and they had both faked the blitz and had now sunk back a little to help cover the receivers. I looked back at Gould and hard faked the throw towards him. The linebackers shifted. I saw them shift and turned to me right as I saw Jones breaking wide open.

Every defender had either bitten or had gotten distracted by my fake.

Jones turned into his curl back down. I ran a little to my right and flung the ball towards him. Right as he got towards the end of his curl, the ball hit him right in his hands.

He tucked the ball, turned, and ran up the sideline -- trotting into the end zone.

Coach blew his whistle.

"Great work guys! Callahan, come here."

I smiled a little as I ran towards him. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"Good work kid. Here's the next one," he said, turning the playbook towards me.

I did it. I just did it.