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gonna hear this a lot from me this season, but I want you all to read and react once the ball is snapped.”
    â€œOh, and one more thing,” Coach Dayley called out, stepping away from his huddle. “If the offense scores, the defense has to run laps. If the defense can hold all these fancy boys I’ve got here on offense, then the fancy boys will be the ones doing the running.”
    Now it really felt like football season at Memorial Field. And for a handful of plays, Charlie got to feel pretty fancy himself, responsible for the tight end, rocking it with the first stringers.
    Like one of the guys.
    Offense lined up. Coach blew his whistle. Kevin, not just their best runner but the fastest kid on the team by a lot, took a pitch from Jarrod Benedict on first down, got to the edge in a blink, looked as if he might end the scrimmage on one play before Kyle Nichols, one of their safeties, came flying in to knock him out of bounds after a ten-yard gain.
    On second down the tight end, Billy Gallo, caught a short pass in front of Charlie, Charlie having no chance to break it up, but managing to drive a shoulder into Billy and slow him down before Kyle came from the backside again to put him down for real.
    Ball on the ten now, two downs left.
    The offense ran Kevin again, same toss. This time he ran for eight yards, cutting back when he saw some daylight, finally brought down at the two by a swarm of defenders.
    Last play.
    Either the offense would score and get to watch the defense run, or the other way around.
    In their huddle Kyle Nichols said, “No way I’m running more than I already have today.”
    â€œThen you better get one more stop, big boy,” Coach Fallon said.
    Charlie could feel his heart trying to get out of his chest, not wanting to be the one who messed up and made the rest of the guys on D have to run. It was funny, Charlie thought, when you were in the game and in the moment, when it was happening to
you
, even in Pop Warner and even in practice, everything seemed to speed up.
    No DVR out here; you couldn’t stop things, replay them as much as you wanted, sometimes just to confirm what your eyes told you when you’d watched a play in real time.
    The offense lined up. Billy Gallo on Charlie’s side of the field again. As soon as Billy took his stance, before Jarrod starting calling signals, Charlie took a deep breath, looked over to Coach Fallon on the sideline, and yelled over to him.
    â€œAre we allowed to call a time-out?”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œCoach, can we call a time-out like we would in a real game?”
    Coach Fallon made a gesture with his hands, palms up, his way of saying he had no idea, looked over at Coach Dayley and said, “Little help here, Ed?”
    Coach Dayley told the guys on offense to hold on, came jogging over to Charlie. Grin on his face.
    â€œIt’s Charlie, right?”
    â€œYes, sir. Charlie Gaines.”
    â€œThe one they call Brain.”
    Charlie said, “It’s more of a joke than anything else, Coach.”
    â€œSo why do you want to call time, Charlie?”
    Charlie took another deep breath and in a low voice said to his coach, “I know . . . I
think
I know what they’re going to run. Well, actually, what
you’re
going to run, Coach.”
    â€œDo you now?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œCare to tell me?”
    Charlie tipped back his helmet now so Coach could see him grinning as he said, “You promise you won’t tell?”
    â€œPromise,” he said. “But I’m not going to tell you if you’re right, either.”
    â€œFair enough.”
    â€œWhat you got?”
    â€œYou’re going to throw to Billy again.”
    â€œAnd you know this . . .
how
?”
    â€œThe two plays when you ran the ball,” Charlie said, still keeping his voice low, “Billy lined up practically shoulder to shoulder with the tackle. But when he was