Eyes on the Ball

My fingers suddenly flexed! For the first time, my hands weren't frozen in place. Right above me, that leather football was dropping through the glow of the bright lights. I shifted my weight, adjusted my wrists, and felt the textured laces make contact with my gloved palms. A crisp snap echoed as I secured it. The artificial grass beneath my cleats felt springy and firm. I pulled the ball close, chest buzzing with pure excitement. We're ready!