Catch

He had always loved football. From when he was three, watching a game with his dad. Even though he didn’t know anything about the game, or even cared about who won, he still watched it from beginning to end and cheered all the way through.
He was good at football too. When he was six, he would play with the small NERF football with his dad, and even then, he could throw and catch amazingly well.
When he got into fifth grade, there was a small little game of football played at recess, and he always joined the game. He quickly developed a reputation, and was soon picked first at every game.
When he got into middle school, his dad signed him up for a program, where he went to football twice a week, mondays and saturdays. Coaches soon recognized his natural talent and his potential, and he was put in a starting position, at wide receiver. He caught almost every ball he was ever thrown, and when he didn’t catch a ball thrown to him, it was the quarterbacks fault. His team was top of the league, and because of him.
In high school, he got even better, and was put on the varsity team as a freshman. On that team, he was the best player. By a long shot. For four years, every year he was in high school, he played on the varsity team, taking the team to the tournament and winning, every single time.
He got an athletic scholarship to Florida A&M and played football there. All the years he was on their team, the Rattlers, he took them to many bowl games, and won plenty of them. He studied very hard too, and got a bachelor’s degree in sports history.
Only a year after he graduated, he was picked up by an NFL team. In the draft, when he was selected, was the greatest day of his life. On his team, he did amazingly well, catching every ball, and when a quarterback threw a faulty ball, he would go up to them and say a catch-phrase that was speedily becoming famous, “Give me something I can catch,”
He took his team to the super bowl for two years straight, winning both games. But then, in his third year, he pulled his back. Doctors found things wrong with his legs and told him he couldn’t play football. He was so depressed after that. But then he met Clare.
He met her at the hospital, she worked part time as a nurse, and he asked her out when he was there getting his legs examined. He was really in love with her, and that’s what kept him going through not being able to play football. Clare and football, his two passions.
It was three months later. And he was no longer with Clare. She had dumped him, thrown him away like a piece of garbage, while he had loved her. A tear ran down his cheek and dropped into his beer. He took a swig from it, ignoring the salty taste that cut into the flavor of the beer. And he made a decision.
The bank was made of tan marble, pillars stretching up into the sky. He walked up the stairs, and through the glass doors. He waited patiently in line and when he reached the teller, he pulled a revolver out of his pocket, and fired a shot into the air. “Get down!” he yelled,”This is a holdup!”
The teller hastily stuffed bills into an envelope, cramming in the fifties and hundreds. It was completely quiet in the bank, and then a noise cut through the silence. A siren. “OK, who pressed the silent alarm?” he yelled, holding up the gun, “No one? So I guess I’ll be shooting you all!” He started firing.
When he walked out of the building, six people were dead. When he walked out, three cop cars blocked his way. Ten cops held out revolvers, and he had three bullets left. “Give me something I can catch!” he yelled, and he fired, killing three policemen instantly. He sprinted, so fast that the other cops couldn’t get a bead on him, to the dead bodies. Picking up a taser and another gun, he rolled behind a car. He caught his breath, then jumped over the hood, killing three more cops and tazing one. But a bullet hit him in the chest, somehow one of the cops had hit him. His body was hurled backwards through the windshield of the car, and into the front seat. He landed on the horn and it started honking. When the remaining three cops reached him, he was dead.