Excitement filled the air as the final minute counted down. It came down to the final field goal, which would seal the fate of both teams. If the kicker missed, the underdogs would walk away Super Bowl champions. At this point, it wasn’t how much you won by that mattered. It was only that you won. So, the pressure was immense as every fan held their breath in anticipation. Waiting and waiting for the kick.
One pair of eyes darts around the area as the owner prepares to run. He’s the lone fan of the underdogs and he has been mocked all game. As his team rallied to the lead, the mocking became meaner and harsher. The pressure of being a loyal fan nearly crushes him and he fits the urge to gloat. Half of these people were rooting for his team when they were doing good, but they switched for the ‘stronger’ team. Damn, frontrunners. He’ll have the last laugh or take their teasing like a true fan. There will always be next year and his team made it this far. If they refuse to quit playing then he refuses to quit them.
The kick is made and the camera angle gives him a heart attack. It’s right down the middle . . . until another view is shown and the ball goes two inches wide. The stadium explodes with noise and the lone fan runs for the door.
“See you second-placers next season!” he yells while running out the door.