ACGC 45, YME 6
Midway through the second quarter Yellow Medicine East quarterback Blake Lindstrom snatched the snap and set up to pass standing tall with his shoulders level and eyes down field.
The pocket billowed around him. Offensive lineman Tim Savig held his block—one-thousand one—his feet shuffling back. Cody Ulrich ushered the Atwater-Cosmos-Grove City rusher outside—one-thousand two— grip, snarl, shove. Running back Kolten Anderson steps up; sliding in front of Lindstrom, his eyes sweeping the pocket and the flying bodies that widen out with each passing second—one-thousand three—no one coming, no one coming, let it rip.
Nate Anderson, seconds ago, stood loosely on the line before sweeping yards under him with each stride straight to the goal line. One-thousand three. He baits with his left foot stabbing inside before snapping his body back outside to the sideline. Let it rip.
The ball spirals through black night, the white nose stripes blinking in the brightness of the towering field lights. It arcs as Anderson slows his pace to the sideline and stoops slightly to receive it. His hands pull it in. There’s no one there.
This time his outside foot makes the stab and he snaps his body back around to face the pylon. With four driving steps he glides past the line and raises his arm and the ball in a salute.
A weak smattering cheer goes up from the home crowd. A rare bright spot in a winless season.
Savig meets Anderson at the ten yard line as he jogs back to the Sting sideline. The two celebrate, with arms extended to blackness.
“We talked before the game,” begins head coach Mike Gaffaney. “About the seniors that have played before them. It’s the practices and the time spent in the lockeroom and the certain plays that they’ll remember. That’s what they’ll be talking about for years to come at their reunions... We haven’t won football games, but years from now I’ll remember this year’s team as good kids and good people.”