cushion my fall.
Suddenly I jerk awake. Iâm shaking. A dream, just a dream, but the images are so clear. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My eyes are bright and wide, as if Iâve seen something bad.
Back in bed, I canât sleep. I roll and turn, and each time I close my eyes, I see green shapes with white dots shifting and spreading. They look like cells under a microscope and then form a word in block letters: C ANCER . Coach Sepolski said heâs going to beat it. As if cancer were our next opponent. As if he can call new plays, make the right adjustments, and score more points.
âOur Father, who art in heaven.â I pray for Coach, whoâs been like a father to us. The repetition helps ease my anxiety.
Then I remember Stahlâs head coach. Thatâs a real nightmare.
chapter fifteen
On Wednesday, thereâs a note on the locker-room door: F OOTBALL P LAYERS âR EPORT TO THE G YM I MMEDIATELY !
âFile in, men. Take a seat on the bleachers.â Coach Stahl wears a gray shirt marked H EAD C OACH . Behind him is a huge blue sign: S ECOND P LACE I S F IRST L OSER .
âI donât want any of you thinking about second place.â Stahl points to the sign.
Iâm confused. I havenât been thinking about second place. Iâve had other things on my mind, like Coach Sepolski having cancer.
âSecond placeâ¦â Stahl holds the pause for emphasis. ââ¦is first loser. Weâre not in the business of being first losers.â
Whatâs he on? Weâre not in business. Weâre in school. Then I remember Dadâs warning about respecting Stahl.
âMen.â Stahl scans the bleachers looking at each of us. âYou are about to begin the most important six weeks of your lives.â
I watch faces. Zachâs listening closely. So are most of the guys. I hope this isnât the most important six weeks of my life.
âThatâs right, men.â I can tell already how much Stahl likes calling us men. âBecause the next six weeks will determine whether youâre champions or first losers. Think about it, men. You decide.â
I bite the inside of my cheek. Coach Sepolski never talked to us like this. Stahl paces with his hands behind his back like heâs a general addressing soldiers. âThatâs right, men. Itâs up to you. Letâs see a show of hands: How many of you think of yourselves as first losers?â
Iâm tempted to raise my hand. After Kyra Richman, Iâve got as much reason as anyone.
âNow, who wants to be a champion?â
Everybody raises their hands. Some of the sophomores raise two, but thatâs not enough for Stahl.
âI asked you a question. I want an answer. Who wants to be a champion?â
âI do,â some of the linemen bellow.
âI canât hear you. Who wants to be a champion?â
âI do,â everybody yells. Everybody but me.
At practice, everythingâs different. âWeâre going to play power football, smashmouth football. You need to be in shape for that. Letâs have fifty sprints.â With Sepolski we used to do ten. âDonât give up. Donât give up.â Stahl looks at me. I keep my head down and run.
We do endless laps of âdarkness.â Every time Stahl blows the whistle, we fall to the ground, do a push-up, and jump back up. He blows the whistle again and again. âI have a high tolerance for other peopleâs pain,â he yells. âYou need to be bigger, stronger, faster. Youâve got two choices: Become men or quit.â
Iâm totally wrung out. Iâm bending over with my hands on my knees. Zachâs grinning. Heâs holding up better than anybody. I just want to make it without puking.
âOne hundred push-ups,â Stahl shouts. âMake sure your chest touches the ground.â Coach Sepolski seems light-years away. This is Stahlâs team
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