My nerves were about to shoot right through the roof at the sound of the crowd cheering outside as they waited for us and the other team to make our entrance.
"It looks like you are about to throw up." Eliza commented handing me my helmet. "Please don't encourage it." I mumbled sitting down. This morning before the game we had our usual routine of yoga where it helped to forget about the game for an hour and relax but the moment we left the studio and I was reminded of the game, it went all downhill from there.
Tonight was my first time jogging out for the team as their Quarterback and the pressure was on. The coaches and the team want to see how well I do under pressure. "Deep breath, Zoey." Eliza reminded me. "You got this." She said trying to comfort me. Did I really have this? A knoc
