I Could Go All The Way

October 14, 2012
By: O. J. Cunningham

I have no idea what it feels like to "break into the clear . . ."

The QB hands-off to me . . . I lower my head . . . hands are everywhere, grasping at me, at the ball, at my jersey . . . ("Don't Fumble," I hear a voice whisper) . . . I grasp the ball tighter . . .

I cut left and then duck under a tackler and head straight up-field.

No one is there . . .

Where did everybody go . . . ?

Don't look back to find out, I remind myself.

Run . . .

Run . . .

Run . . .

Run . . .

They must be right behind me. But all I hear is the crowd roaring.

Roaring. Roaring. Roaring.

Run Faster . . .

Run Faster . . .

Faster, Faster . . .

Run Faster, Faster . . .

Then I hear Chris Berman screaming my name . . . "He Could Go All The Way."

Some call that .... ->>>> RELIGION . . .