Victory's Grip

The stadium thundered with energy. The clock wound down to the final seconds, tension thick in the air. Then it happened: a streak of motion. The quarterback tossed the ball, a perfect spiral cutting through the air. The receiver jumped, his outstretched hands meeting with the pigskin. He secured in
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