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We were on the twenty-eight yard line; seventy-two yards from a touchdown -- trailing by five. Whole team in the huddle, helmets bent toward the middle; waiting for the play call.
"That cheerleader" the quarterback, said, "I bet good money she's got a red headed pussy."
"Rocky -- What the fuck! Call the goddamn play!" somebody shouted.
"Lighten up, man; get your priorities straight!"
Then he called the play; a twelve yard post pattern. I caught the pass for a first down.
Six plays later, the clock running down to zero, Rocky hit me in the back corner of the end zone: touchdown. We win!
Minutes later I 'ambushed' the afore mentioned cheerleader, picked her out of the crowd of frat boys, majorettes, the whole student body -- it seemed like -- swarming onto the field. ( I think she was angling in my direction on purpose. )