b unit, impersonating the enemy

b unit, impersonating the enemy

fiction
edward w pritchard

We played the b unit impersonating the enemy, the team we were to play on the football field the coming Saturday. The offense ran their plays and we took the names and personas of a few of the stars of our cross town rivals.

One of my team mates since grade school was all State, I forget if first team. The play was called the pass was thrown and another friend, with me on the b unit jumped up and stole the pass from our star athlete. Very unusual for the interceptor by now knew his place in the world, the pecking order was set and mostly he drifted along although still on the team. Him doing his part no matter how small, b team impersonating our enemy each week.

It was nearly dark practice nearly over and the interceptor shouted our secret password as he jumped and grabbed the ball. We rushed to block quickly switching defense to offense as we charged forward. Our offensiveness first unit didn't pursue. Coaches whistles blew but we ran clear to the end of the practice field.

Frozen in time my friend always intercepts that pass. Sometimes months or years go by and I don't remember. But, then there it is pounding charging feet as we rush down the dusty dark field.