Touch Football Script -

Leo smiled. The kind of smile that holds things together.

Overtime.

Leo rolled right. The knee screamed. He heard it as a sound inside his own skull, a grinding like gravel under a tire. The pocket collapsed. Derek closed in. Touch Football Script

The game was tied. Thirty seconds left. The opposing quarterback, a kid named Marcus who could still throw a ball without feeling it in his elbow, smirked from the other side of the line. “Old man,” he said, “you gonna make it to the huddle?” Leo smiled