Andrew Regan’s feet were set. His hands rested on knees as he crouched a few feet behind his quarterback, and his eyes stared up field as he pictured his attack.
“Set, hut! Hut!”
Regan leaped up and sprinted toward his quarterback, taking the handoff then clutching the football at his side. He bolted to the right, dropping one, two, three defenders.
All clear. Regan jogged into the end zone, not a defender in his path, as the crowd roared and the coaches trailed with their arms raised in celebration.
Touchdown.
Regan pointed to the sky to tell everyone who didn’t already know that he No.