descriptive essay

The Separating White Line I glance up at the scoreboard; the clock reads 2:15 left in the fourth quarter. My team is down by 3 points; we have eighty-five yards to go, and have no time outs left. I yell out the cadence and the center snaps the oblong ball into my hands. Taking a short three-step drop I glance to my left. The only objects I see are two beefy defensive linemen bearing down on me. …

…with moms and dads, brothers and sisters, and most importantly friends from school and girlfriends. Their usual clapping after touchdowns has turned into a continuous roar. The ball is snapped, I take a five step drop and look up field, everyone is expecting a series of bombs to end the game; especially the defense. The defensive captain has told his team to drop into a deep zone, protecting the end zone. The linebackers and defens