The+Miracle

Type in the content Ben Bogart 7/8 B || The Miracle I saw him coming all 220 pounds of him; I just couldn’t manage to get out of the way. I felt my cleats lift off the ground like an airplane and then they slammed into the ground like a rock hitting the water when my little brother is trying to skip it. I got back up and thought to myself, this is the only chance I have to prove myself and I am not going to blow it. Sorry, I probably should have introduced myself, my name is Ty and I am playing in the California state football championship. My team is called the Pasadena Lions and we are playing against the Los Angeles Tigers. I am the backup quarter back for my team, and our starting quarter back just broke his leg. My team is down 23-20 with 3 minutes in the third quarter. “Hike” I scream. The ball shoots into my hands like an arrow and again I see a big body hurling itself towards me, but this time I jump out of the way like an elusive snake. I see a man open, in fact he is wide open or at least I thought as I threw it. The ball hung in the air like a bird flying through the sky. Then a defender sliced his way in front of the receiver and intercepted the ball. I was mad, not just a little mad, but as mad as I have ever been in my life. I felt like one of those bulls trying to run through the red flag. My best friend George Cromartie tried to calm me down a bit by talking to me. “Calm down” he said in such a soft, calm, and relaxed voice, it almost sounded as if he were an angel in the midst of darkness. “No!” I screamed “No, I can’t it’s all my fault and now we’re going to lose!” I manage to choke out despite tears. Then all of the sudden the crowd roared like an angry lion trying to catch its prey. The other team was marching down the field as they waltzed into the end zone after a 70 yard touchdown score. I was as eager to get back onto the field as a little kid about to go to a candy shop. I threw the ball like a professional player on the first two plays of the drive. Then on the third play I threw the ball through the air as it spiraled perfectly and fell softly into the hands of Jerry Holmes and he ran like the wind, like a strong wind into the end zone for a touchdown. We were now again losing by three points. The other team had the ball with 2 minutes left in the game. They threw a bullet right to one of the receivers and it was complete, but as the player tried to run up field he was nailed by one of our players and the ball popped out of his hands. Time seemed to stop as if everything were in slow motion. George Cromartie scooped up the ball he dodged one tackler, then another; he leaped for the end zone. He stretched his arm out like an accordion and the ball slammed into the end zone for the game winning score. I ran up to George. “I told you so!” He screamed over all the noise. “I know you were right.” I replied. Our team won the game and we celebrated on the field like wild monkeys. Even though I didn’t win the game, we won as a team, and that’s all that really matters. of your page here.