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Anthony Queeley had a clear path to the end zone. No one stepped in front of his seam route.
The then-lanky 15-year-old had perfected his catching form and constantly studied great receivers, but this time, he couldn’t convert. The ball flew above the high school sophomore’s head and into his outstretched arms, but it slipped past his fingers and fell incomplete.
Queeley turned back toward the sidelines, jogging and staring at his gloves.