Sundays With Ingrid: Friday Night Lights
The black-and-silvers tried the flea-flicker on their second play. Ty started to come forward, started to take the bait like everyone else, and then—yes!—saw what was really happening. Blessed miracle. He backpedaled, found the receiver, matched him stride for stride. Ball in the air. They both leaped, hands outstretched, a frozen moment under the lights. And—19 came down with it! Ty! He turned upfield, dodged a tackler—
“Run! Run!” Dad was jumping up and down, beside himself. They all were.
And dodged another tackler and shifted into a gear Ingrid hadn’t known he had. Maybe Ty hadn’t known either. He just blazed, right down the sideline, maybe not graceful like Assistant Coach Trimble but even faster. Crowd on their feet. Touchdown. He raised the ball high but didn’t do any embarrassing dancing or stuff like that. The best moment of his life, Ingrid just knew it. She almost cried, which was so weird.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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