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Pete's Vagina -21- Half-Time
🕑 Added 2022-09-27 03:59:37 +0000 UTCI didn’t get much chance to talk to the Bulldog's #17 in the rest of the quarter because things got hectic on the field. We took the kickoff and set up our flying wedge again with me in the middle, but the ‘Dogs had seen this before and had prepared. They’d put their heaviest guys on field and broke our wedge near their 35-yard line.
One of the bruiser ‘Dogs took me down this time. When I saw he would be too close to avoid, I went down to my knees and slid under his arm to fall sideways and avoid being crushed when he hit the ground next to me.
“Pussy,” he snarled as he stood up, but he was smiling. Normal on-field trash talk, I supposed. Not the kind of thing Ginger had been saying. I lay there with a fake grin until the ref approached, then accepted a hand to help me up from Dave Garcia.
“Good run,” said Dave.
I grunted as deeply as I could manage. It was frustrating for the other #17 to be so close, yet we couldn’t talk. Dave put an arm across my shoulders, and we trotted into a huddle. “Fake reverse handoff, sixty-three,” He chose from the playbook. Then we all did the hokey Lion’s Roar, slapping helmets and butts before taking our positions.
The play involved me going behind the QB at ball snap and taking a fake handoff on our weak side while Dave passed to Upsteen on the right. If nothing went wrong, we would get a small gain, with luck, a bigger one.
It went flawlessly. Upp took the pass (a bit high) and stumbled four or five steps to an eight-yard gain before going down. Ginger, playing deep safety for the ‘Dogs was all over our man, but it was a good play for everyone.
New huddle, “Fake handoff, fifty-three, forty-four,” said Dave. This was the reverse of the previous play—a handoff faked on the strong side with the pass going to our left, while Bill Gorman, our fullback, added a convincer by coming to the line on my side instead of blocking for Dave.
Bill and Matt hit the line, opening a beautiful hole for me. Too bad I didn’t have the ball. I went through the motions and almost got tackled. Ginger was right there, grinning at me. But Dave’s pass got tipped out of the receiver’s hands, and we were third and two, twenty-eight yards out.
I knew we could run that same play again, only actually give me the ball, and I could pick up the two, easy. But it was Dave’s call, and we were supposed to be trying to establish a passing game for the first half. Instead, we took a one-yard loss on what should have been a soft side pitchout to Bill.
Fourth down. It was Dave’s first near-sacking, and he didn’t like it. We could bring in a kicker to go for a field goal, but that ain’t Lions-style. We weren’t afraid of giving up the ball deep in their territory, so why settle for three points?
Dave called a play that looked a lot like the previous pitchout, but when Bill hit the line, he already had the ball, and Dave was still in the pocket pretending to look for an open receiver. But Bill made less than three yards on the weak side play, and we had to give the ‘Dogs the ball.
Three plays later, the tables were turned. Their QB had thrown the bomb to Ginger, and the speedy little ‘Dog almost got past me. I had to chase him down, taking him at the heels from behind.
But we were alone, almost in the field by ourselves. “What was that shit you were saying, calling me a bitch?” I demanded as we dusted ourselves off.
He laughed! “The bushwah our cheers got from yours is that you’re really a chick. That a hoot?” He trotted off to the gratz from his teammates ‘cause the ball was now on our thirty-eight.
I stood there, not saying anything, while the Lions gathered around me. “Good tackle,” several said. “I bet he didn’t expect you to catch up to him,” Upp remarked.
I still didn’t say anything, just nodding and smiling while I thought. It had to be Joanna’s doing. Why was she messing with me? She’d told her own squad my secret, but, according to Megan, no one had believed her. Now she had evidently spread the story to the Bulldoggettes, and they had told their guys about me.
How far would it spread? Would someone decide they needed to prove or disprove it? How could it not already be known to my own teammates?
I hardly knew what happened in the rest of the first half. I know I walked around, spoke to people, and took part in plays on the field. But inwardly, I was wrapped up in my own problems. I was angry that anyone would be doing this to me and hurt that it was Joanna who had every reason to be considered a friend.
And I was anxious that my secret was already out there. My only shield from discovery was that the truth of the matter was so unbelievable.
The Dogs continued a lightning drive to our goal, scoring on a snap pass to #17 on the goal line. All he had to do then was fall the right direction to make it a touchdown. Catching that pass, though, was something Ginger evidently could do that was an unreliable feat for me.
My small, flimsy hands did not react well to the impact of a pound of leather and air hurled by someone like Jake or Dave. Last year, I dropped caught passes almost as many times as I’d been able to hang onto them. So far this year, Coach and my quarterbacks had avoided putting me into that situation. Even in practice. Jake and Dave avoided throwing to me.
I wiped my face and realized I was crying. We lined up to stop the ‘Dogs from getting their conversion. They tried a kick, and Upp leaped high enough to turn the effort aside. But glancing at the scoreboard told a tale, Visitors 9, Home 8. For the first time this season, the Lions trailed their opponents. Only by one point, but seeing that did nothing to stop my tears.
The rest of the team began lining up to take the kickoff. I was wandering in that direction when the whistle blew for the end of the half.
The cheerleaders poured onto the field from both sides; half-time was their time to put on a show. Ball players, including me, trudged toward the gym. The rest of the Lions didn’t appear as glum as I felt. Dave slapped me on the helmet as he passed by. I hadn’t pulled it off because I didn’t want anyone to see I had been crying.
“Second half,” Dave crowed. “Time for Petey to shine!”
“Oh, shit,” I said. I’d forgotten Coach Wilson’s strategy of letting Dave play a passing game first half, then me running with the ball in the second half. My high confidence had been shattered. Wasn’t I the best halfback in our league, maybe in all of Division IV statewide?
Maybe not.
Megan was there, running up to me before I reached the gym doors. I pulled off my helmet now and shook hair, sweat and tears out of my eyes. Behind us, the cheerleaders sang, “Boom-Chika-Boom!” as they bounced around in front of the stands.
“Petey-Pete-Pete,” Megan said, in a voice hoarse from shouting, then she pulled my face down for a kiss.
The stands near us were going wild. But I was hearing a chorus from the cheer squad. “Don’t you just love her?” they sang. And I wasn’t sure if they meant Megan—or me.
Comments
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
I guess. :) As long as Jill Hunter doesn't run. :D
Raeyvn Lilith
Or maybe she's just a cruel human being hellbent on causing chaos for those she sees as lesser or as a challenge. A crazy prom queen-to-be.
Samantha Herat
Julia THAT I can believe as well as boredom
Julia Miller
She’s jealous that Pete may take her boyfriend Jake since they are good friends. It’s the old jealous girlfriend.
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
LOL. Amazing isn't it that I know so little about the game? But I have a couple of beta readers to keep from terrible mistakes.
Raine
You really nail the whole 'feel' of being on the field during the game. I really loved this chapter. The dichotomy of what's happening to him and clinging to his old life is a wonderful narrative.
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
Boredom? It's probably horrible being a gorgeous young thing with a sports hero boyfriend, but I wouldn't know. :)
Samantha Herat
I could kill Janna why is she so he'll bent on making life hard for Pete? What's her end game? I guess we'll find out soon enough.
