Alex Simon
October 20, 2003
Dr. James
Ass. (haha) 2
250 word Microfiction

"Down and Distance"

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"There's less than fifteen seconds left in the quarter, and they're at their own 25. All of their playoff hopes rest on Tad MacKenzie, and his arm..."

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I walk into the bar, and I look for him, but I don't see him right off.

Our defensive end is doing body shots with a waitress, and then I look past him to Derek.

He's sitting at the bar, an arm resting on the black lacquer counter top, engaged in conversation.

I decide to make my move.

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" A Hail Mary! With just eleven seconds left in the fourth quarter - He's going for it!"

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"Hey, Derek." I step up next to Derek and our backup wide-receiver, nicknamed Butterfingers on account of his propensity for dropping the ball. "Hey Butterfingers."

"What's up? he drawls.

"I need to talk to D-Train for a sec."

"Ok, no prob. See ya later." Butterfingers ambles off, and I take a seat at the bar.

"Yeah, Tad, Derek asks, sipping his Bloody Mary.

I tap my foot in a nervous rhythm. "Just thinkin'..."

Derek flashes his pearly whites. "You know it's a bad thing when guys like us think, T-Mac."

I pretend to be mad. "I was thinking... I was wondering if youyou'd like to"

Derek tilts his head again. "Ok."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say," I laugh.

"I do, and my answer's yes."

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"He caught it! I don't believe it! They won the game! They're going to the playoffs! Touchdown, Derek Taylor!"

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end.

Alex