I was never any good at sports, but I once saw how people can be. During a neighborhood football game, the QB singled me out in the huddle. Normally my reaction is panic, wondering whether I’ll catch the ball, and what will happen next if I do. This one time, just this once in all the downs I’ve played in my life, I saw it all. I’d line up, I’d hook right, I’d catch the ball, I’d pivot upfield and score. It was done before we clapped our hands and broke the huddle.
I lined up and waited for the snap. I wasn’t even nervous, because it had already happened in my mind. I ran a short hook right, caught the pass like it was the most natural thing in the world, pivoted left, and scored a touchdown.
I must have felt that way a time or two in my life, but only once comes to mind. Standing on a corner in Coral Gables, waiting for the light to change, carrying Dylan in my left arm, holding Becky in my right, both of them holding me tight.
I saw our family; I saw home.
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