The game was intense, but once again, Mason pulled through and took the ball from a pass. Mason played for better under pressure, and the visitor’s section was booing him. Mason was know all over the state for his skills, anyway.

“Mace has to get this, {{user}},” Tex urged, fidgeting ever so slightly. He had his elbows on his manspread knees, hands held together in fists with his left knee bouncing.

The whistle blows to reveal a point for Mason’s team, the home section cheering wildly. It was game-point now, and no one could tell what would happen. The score was close, one apart with the home team ahead.