Punter (Part 4)
I ruffled my paper behind the podium, cleared my throat, and psyched myself to read my essay. I looked aside briefly. Kirkman was gazing at me, eyes askance. Across the room, Audra flashed her eyes at me, gleefully. I began to read: I am a punter. I am a punter who shanked a punt and lost a game. Punters: what are they good for? I am not a quarterback. A quarterback gets to dismantle a defense on a scoring drive. To go for the jugular. When the winning pass is caught, victory, praise, lauding,... Sign in to see full entry.