Last Shot

  The roar of the crowd was deafening. The stadium shook, as the home crowd screamed and stomped. Even the players, could feel the ground shake. The score was tied, and there was less than a minute to play in the game. The hometown crowd was in a frenzy, cheering on their team and jeering at the other side at the top of their lungs. They stood on their feet, clapping, and jumping up and down. The place rocked.

From the moment they had entered the stadium, the fans from both teams had been invested in the game. They wore their team’s jersey with pride, showing support while they stood in line to buy a beer and hot dog before the game began. Throughout the concourse there was plenty of chanting and trash-talking between opposing supporters. For the most part it was all civil, because if it got out of hand too early, there was a chance someone would spend the day in detention, and not see the game at all.

But at this point, so late in the game, no one cared about anything but the outcome. The gloves were off! They screamed at the opposition, both on the field and in the stands. Their team needed to win. Their world, at that moment, depended upon it. They now believed that if they screamed loud enough it would make their team win. They screamed, they pushed and shoved their neighbours, even those that were cheering for they same team, their passion had risen to the top. With only a few seconds left in the game, the stadium had a life of its own. It pulsed.

Then with scant amount of time left on the clock, the final shot was taken. The stadium fell silent. Would the shot go in? Would it ring off the post?  Would the stadium collapse? What would happen???

Today is Tuesday, November 8th. If you read this, and you are a citizen of the United States of America… Vote before the game ends.







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