Here’s a pic from a recent football game of me running as fast as my stumpy legs will carry me. Like my chollo socks?
We were on our own 20 and I was getting bored of running short routes and not getting any looks. I decided to run a go route just for the heck of it. To my suprise, I saw our QB looking down the field at me and cocking his arm ready to throw a long bomb. I shifted into high gear, closed my eyes, and stretched my hands out. The football landed right in my basket. I was so overcome with joy that I slowed down a bit and got tackled a yard or two short of a touchdown.
So close, yet so far. I should have ran harder because we turned it over on the next play. doh!