Suddenly, we were standing on the same grass. No offense, no defense. Just two people waiting for the clock to run out. He looked at me, finally seeing past the bleacher seat, And I realized the hardest plays aren't called by the coach. They happen when the game stops, And you have to decide who stays when the lights go dark.
I met Dylan at a pep rally. He picked me out of the crowd—literally. He grabbed my hand, pulled me onto the track, and spun me around while the band played the fight song. It was reckless, cinematic, and terrifyingly romantic. For six months, I lived in the glow of his spotlight. I wore his jersey to every game. I memorized his cadence. “Blue 42! Blue 42! Hut!” Sidelined- The QB and Me