In the script, this was the moment Leo threw the check-down. Safe. A few yards. Overtime.
“And you?” Jenny asked.
The clock read 0:00.
Leo laughed. It came out wet and broken. “The script said I’d get sacked.” Touch Football Script
In the huddle, his team looked at him. Jenny, his daughter’s age, who ran routes like water finding cracks in pavement. Paul, his best friend from the warehouse, whose knees were also lying to him. And Eli, his son, twenty-two years old, home for the first time in three years. In the script, this was the moment Leo threw the check-down