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Johnny ‘Pancake’ Stevenson. I just regained feeling in my feet last week.”
    I glanced over at the offensive line. Joe and the rest of the guys looked sheepish. No one was arguing.
    â€œI’m not planning to throw the ball this year,” Hector continued. “Not once. Good luck running it. But with these wimps blocking for you, well I just hope you get the bed with the window.”
    â€œWhat window?” I asked. “What bed?”
    â€œAt the hospital, man. So you ready?”
    â€œYou sure know how to motivate a guy,” I grumbled.
    He ignored that. “I’ll flip you the ball. You run around the right side. Let’s go. The snap is on two.”
    I grabbed Josh. “You stay in front of me, and if anyone comes near me, you hit him, okay?”
    â€œYeah!”
    Josh was my only hope for survival. I was already wondering which state record I’d be going for—most broken bones or wettest pants. I shook off further thoughts.
    Hector stopped walking to his spot behind the center and headed back toward Josh and me. He seemed to want to remind of us something. When he got within a couple of feet, Josh took two steps, lowered his shoulder, and flattened him to the ground. “I done what you said, Rodney!”
    Hector lay gasping on the field. “So much for the feeling in my feet returning . . .”
    I knelt down. “Sorry about that. Josh is kind of new to the sport.”
    â€œIt’s okay,” Hector wheezed, “I’m used to it. I was going to remind you to try to run out of bounds. Trevor and the defense love to pile on top of the runner.”
    I looked in Trevor’s direction and shuddered. He and the rest of the defense were staring hungrily at me. To help set the mood, some band kids in the stands struck up a tune that sounded a lot like the theme from the movie Jaws .
    I had just made up my mind to bolt home when Hector yelled, “Hut! Hut!” The gold-and-black bodies in front of me collided with a crunch. I watched in horror as my golden offensive line fell to the ground, offering minimal resistance to the black shirts that swarmed in my direction. Hector just managed to get the ball away before being swallowed up. The ball flipped through the air several times in my direction and I grabbed it without thinking. The black shirts growled and swarmed onward.
    Josh smashed the first two but Trevor sprinted by him as Josh wrestled with a third. Two more frightening linebackers were a step behind Trevor. They all looked like sharks ready to feast on some foolish swimmer. The band’s choice in music made perfect sense.
    And that’s when my instincts, my ultracowardly, ultrachicken instincts, swept through me and took full control over my nervous system. My legs spun into action. They must have looked like two whirlwinds in a cartoon. I ran hard to my right—away from Trevor. I would have run straight to the sideline but a defensive end ran out in front of me. Knowing that I was about to get crushed between four thugs, I turned hard and sprinted down the field away from the horror behind me. My fear was giving me bionic speed.
    â€œThat’s my boy!” I heard my dad shout as I flew by.
    I was making a run like I did at field day the year before and was going in for the touchdown! The wind was rushing through my face mask as my feet tore down the right sideline. The old Rathbone luck was still with me—until someone dove at my legs. Jumping instinctively to my right, I plowed straight into two gigantic kids standing on the sideline. Their heads banged together as all three of us flew into the air. I was the first to land and watched the other two hit the ground with deafening thuds.
    Rishi charged down from the stands. “That was great!” he shouted. “You hit them like a bowling ball smashing two pins. I got it all on video.”
    The two guys I had clobbered weren’t as pleased. As they staggered