Creeping up to the line of scrimmage, as a cornerback, my mind was trying to figure out what the quarterback was going to do with the ball. I got into a defensive stance, into a mid squat, and I was on the balls of my feet with my left leg in front and my right leg right behind my left. My arms were in running form, with my right arm in front. I was waiting for the ball to be snapped. HIKE! The ball was snapped from the center to the quarterback. In front of me were the offensive linemen with their black shirts that were marked seniors across them and their intimidating face paint. Finally seeing the running back with the ball excited me! She was exhausted; she was running slower than usual, she was trying to take large breaths, and her cuts
