The Big Game
Brad Lay
The anticipation is crippling
The atmosphere is the equivalent of a camp before battle
Quiet, however, bustling with contained energy
He sits at his locker inside the Los Angeles Memorial ColiseumÂ
Drenched in a hot sweat
He thinks over the season
Did he do enough?
Will he do enough tonight?
Coach James rounds up the troops to talk
This talk is different
He seems calm, too calm
With the calmness, a sense of overwhelming confidence comes across the team
Tonight is the night
Gametime
The game is over
Not one eye in the locker room is dry
Some hug one another
He just sits there
Aghast
The football in his right hand melts away
In his left hand sits the trophy, screaming with pride
It is over
They did it
He did enough