John Grisham - 2007 - Playing for Pizza.pdf - fuyuhoshikim
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By halftime, he had two more touchdowns, and the Panthers were up 28-14. In the locker room, Sam bitched<br />
about the penalties--the offense had jumped four times--and he bitched about the zone coverage that had<br />
allowed 180 yards passing. Alex Olivetto carped at the defensive line because there was no pass rush, not a<br />
single sack. There was a lot of yelling and finger pointing, and Rick just wanted everyone to relax. A loss to<br />
Naples would ruin the season. With only eight games on the schedule, and with Bergamo poised to again run<br />
the table, there was no room <strong>for</strong> a bad day. After twenty minutes of impressive abuse, the Panthers hustled<br />
back to the field. Rick felt like he'd suffered through another NFL halftime. The Bandits tied the game with<br />
four minutes left in the third quarter, and the Parma sideline took on an intensity Rick had not seen in years.<br />
He was telling everyone, "Relax, just relax," but he wasn't sure he was understood. The players were looking<br />
to him, their great new quarterback. After three quarters, it was obvious to both Sam and Rick that they needed<br />
more plays. The defense keyed on Sly every snap and double-covered Fabrizio. Sam was getting outfoxed by<br />
the very young Naples coach, a <strong>for</strong>mer assistant at Ball State. However, the offense was soon to discover a<br />
new weapon. On a third and four, Rick dropped back to pass but saw the left corner coming on a blitz. There<br />
was no one to block, so he faked a pass and watched the corner go sailing by. Then he dropped the ball, and <strong>for</strong><br />
the next three seconds, an eternity, worked feverishly to pick it up. When it was retrieved, he had no choice but<br />
to run. And run he did, just like in the old days at Davenport South. He scooted around the pile, where the<br />
linebackers were preoccupied, and was immediately in the secondary. The crowd erupted, and Rick Dockery<br />
was off to the races. He faked out a corner, cut across to the center, just like Gale Sayers in the old footage, a<br />
real broken-field ace. The last person he expected help from was Fabrizio, but the kid came through. He<br />
managed to roll under the weak-side safety just long enough to allow Rick to sprint past, all the way to the<br />
promised land. When he crossed the goal line, he flipped the ball to the official, and couldn't help but laugh at<br />
himself. He had just galloped seventy-two yards <strong>for</strong> a touchdown, the longest of his career. Not even in high<br />
school had he scored from so far away.<br />
At the bench, he was grabbed by his teammates and offered all manner of congratulations, little of which he<br />
understood. Sly, through a wide smile, said, "That took <strong>for</strong>ever." Five minutes later, the running quarterback<br />
struck again. Suddenly anxious to show off his moves, he scrambled out of the pocket and seemed ready <strong>for</strong><br />
another jaunt downfield. The entire secondary broke coverage, and at the last second, two feet from the line of<br />
scrimmage, Rick zipped a bullet thirty yards across the middle to Fabrizio, who galloped untouched into the<br />
end zone.<br />
Game over. Trey Colby picked off two passes late in the fourth quarter, and the Panthers won 48--28.<br />
They gathered at Polipo's <strong>for</strong> all the beer and pizza they wanted, at Signor Bruncardo's expense. The night<br />
went long, with bawdy drinking songs and dirty jokes. The Americans--Rick, Sly, Trey, and Sam--sat together<br />
at one end of a long table, and laughed at the Italians until the laughter was painful. At 1:00 a.m., Rick emailed<br />
his parents:<br />
Mom and Dad: Had our first game today, beat Naples (Bandits) by 3 touchdowns. 18 <strong>for</strong> 22, 310 yards, 4 td's,<br />
one pick; also rushed <strong>for</strong> 98 yards, one td; kinda reminded me of the old high school days. Having fun. Love,<br />
Rick<br />
And to Arnie:<br />
Undefeated here in Parma; first game, 5 td's, 4 by air, one by ground. A real stud. No, I will not, under any<br />
circumstances, play arena football. Have you talked to Tfcmpa Bay?