And somehow, inexplicably, they won.
But I had seen Marcus after the game. He wasn’t celebrating. He was sitting on the bench, alone, staring at his hands. When I walked past him to leave the stadium, he looked up.
The coach called timeout. Marcus came to the sideline. He didn’t look at the coach first. He looked at me. In the stands. Row three. Seat 12. Sidelined- The QB and Me
I had known Marcus since middle school. We had biology together. He used to lend me his notes because mine were illegible. He never flirted. He never made a move. He just… existed. Reliably. Like gravity. You don’t thank gravity until you’re floating off into space.
“Don’t you want to be the guy?” I asked. And somehow, inexplicably, they won
He nodded.
And somehow, inexplicably, they won.
But I had seen Marcus after the game. He wasn’t celebrating. He was sitting on the bench, alone, staring at his hands. When I walked past him to leave the stadium, he looked up.
The coach called timeout. Marcus came to the sideline. He didn’t look at the coach first. He looked at me. In the stands. Row three. Seat 12.
I had known Marcus since middle school. We had biology together. He used to lend me his notes because mine were illegible. He never flirted. He never made a move. He just… existed. Reliably. Like gravity. You don’t thank gravity until you’re floating off into space.
“Don’t you want to be the guy?” I asked.
He nodded.