A short STORY

An American football place kicker has to go through life before and during the kick. He stretches to ensure his muscles are warmed and flexible. He takes a couple of practice kicks to ensure he is stretched and accurate for the upcoming kick. He gets a synergy speech from his coaches and teammates. He jogs out to the place where this kick is going to take place and takes a few more practice kicks in what I like to call "air kicks." He sets up and counts his steps to ensure this kick is no different than all his other kicks. Most times he is superstitious and all motions and movements have to be exactly like before or else in his mind the kick has already failed. But this time, so far so good. He feels it. He owns it. This bitch is his and he will give her the goods. He will give her the boot. He is set. He sees the playclock. He sees the football. The holder is ready. The place kicker is ready. The snap. Its perfect. The hold. It too is precise. Its in this moment that he knows this kick is the winner. The golden ticket. The stuff dreams are made of. He takes a deep breath. He takes his step and in perfect form kicks the most beautiful ball he has ever kicked. The WINNER. He is so confident, HE doesnt even look. He knows it was the coin. He know it was a little piece of an angels wing. What he didnt know this forth night is just that. He wasnt. The kick went wide left. He hooked it. And life was never the same...............until..............