He sits on the bench, waiting, listening to sounds of hope. He sits waiting for his time to come back in. He rocks back and fourth, eyes in the game, head in the game, the game he can’t afford to lose.
When will he be put in? When will he get his chance? When will the waiting end and the shine begin?
Looks at the clock counting upward, he has all the time in the world. He’s warmed up, he’s done his time on the sideline. Why is Coach so picky? He set the requirements for his return high, a little too high. The insanity in all of it is that these complicated prereqs are almost met.
He takes off his warm ups, but he’s still more than warmed up even without them on. He runs in place to get his heart in place. Jogs his mind to make sure everything’s in line. Checks his uniform, everything seems in good form. He then looks at the Coach, who nods him in.
The announcer says his name aloud and out roars the crowd. He may feel like a rookie now, but this rookie is seasoned. This time he’s going for blood, this time he’s going for the ring.
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