Long Shot for Paul (2009)
“He was holding one hand behind him.
From where Glenn sat he saw that the hand held a blue box. A warm, prickly feeling rippled over him. The coach had Paul’s uniform.
“Bring your sneakers with you?” the coach asked Paul.
A smile flickered over Paul’s face. He stuck out his right foot. “Got ’em on,” he said.
“Good.” The coach handed Paul the box. “Here’s your uniform. Get into it. Maybe we’ll get you in the game for a while tonight.”
Paul’s eyes grew as wide and bright as Christmas-tree bulbs. He took the box, yanked off the cover, and lifted out the brand-new gold-colored jersey. The coach held up one side of it so that the number could be seen. It was 22.
“Thanks, Coach!” Paul cried. “It looks sharp!”
In his excitement he tried to undress too quickly, but only fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and wasn’t getting anywhere.
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