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We were done And it just fluttered away in an icy blast of wind over the field as Brandon, the greatest quarterback that had ever lived, headed to the locker room and the Storame

Coach clutched his clipboard, scratching his jaw as he looked over the options Nervous energy rustled through those of us on the sidelines Coach looked up and glanced at me and then his eyes landed on Wilson Peters The two re options to take Brandon’s spot

I was a third-string nobody Most of the diehard fans would be pressed to even know my name Let alone my stats And there wasn’t a chance any of the my four years at Arizona State No, it was a bad year to be a quarterback There was an onslaught of talent, and even withspot, riding the Knights’ sidelines with a clipboard in hand and ball cap on my head I wasn’t even sure where my helmet was half the time I was strictly a support role kind of player

Coach jerked his chin at Peters, and it was done I kneasn’t going to beas Peters strapped on his hel the sidelines with a coach in each ear

I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed off or relieved

I didn’t have ony as the Stormers slowly moved the ball down the field and chewed up precious seconds on the clock

We had a one-point lead, and it was becoe and trying to set up a play for a ga like I’d just taken a ride on Death Trap, the roller coaster at my favorite amusement park Beau and scrambled sixty yards for a touchdown as the clock ran out The noise went fro when Beauman crossed into the end zone

Holy fucking shit, ere going to the playoffs!

I couldn’t fucking believe it, even when the scoreboard flipped over to reveal the final score

We’d done it! After four long seasons, I finally had a shot at going to the Super Bowl Hell, even if I never took a snap in the big game, I would die a happy man

Streamers and confetti fell down onto the field and we all raced out to dogpile on top of Beauht, the monster that stepped up to the plate to save not only the day—but our entire season We’d won the Division Cha in the playoffs