He was the only player on the field you looked at, the only player you saw. Feeling the tightness of the moment, the Academy stands rose together. Say, maybe this is it. Maybe this is the one we’ve been waiting for all afternoon. We can’t let those meatballs hold us to a scoreless tie. That’s terrible. That’s the same as a licking. Maybe Ronny’ll break through on this play. C’mon, Ronald old boy. Hey, hey, Ronny! Let’s have a score. On the field an official glanced at his watch. Only a few minutes left to go. Meanwhile across the gridiron the High School stands were in an uproar. Boy, have we bottled up that guy today! Sure, he’s beaten us for two years; but he’s stopped this afternoon all right. Only he’s dangerous, he’s still dangerous. Watch him, you birds; watch that Pretty Boy. Watch that fella, will ya? He’s the one to watch. Watch him now, or he might break loose on this punt. One play and there goes the old ball game. Hey, Goldman! Hey, Stacey! Hey there, Fronzak!
