As I huddled with Blake and the rest of the offense, listening to him call our first play, I felt an all-encompassing Zen wash over me. It was like all the noise cleared out, the cheers falling mute, my breaths steadying, and even Blake sounded like he was whispering instead of shouting over the noise of the fans. We have this, I said to myself, and I felt it deep down in my fucking soul. Without thinking, I looked up over Blake’s head to the empty seat in the stands. But it wasn’t empty anymore. Mary was there now, her long blonde hair shining in the last bit of sunlight and giving her away.
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