All eyes on the coach. My coach’s eyes are like fire, blaze red and intense. My eyes not moving at all, ready for the moment. It never listens to fear or doubt. Nick's eyes are wide open from fear and nervousness. Noahs eyes are normal---as if they were smirking at you when you look at him.

But my mother's eyes look like death, scared for her child. Dad’s eyes are squinted, squinted in readiness to see how we play. How we play in the biggest stage of all the---the state championship. Snow whirling around, the roar of the fans, the echo of a whistle. The eyes tell the story---we were ready.