A Moment of Victory

"Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale."  Breathing hard, I am not able to feel the wet, soothing saliva slide down my throat.  With complete dryness closing off the ability of swallowing, I all of a sudden hear nothing; I am zoned, total silence.  The stench of B.O. is filling my nostrils.  Anticipating for the throw, I stretch my arms out trying to get space.  My hand sliding off the soggy jerseys of the opposing team, and the brisk, cool, night air flying between my fingers.  Glancing at the open spot in the goal, I quickly glare at the glistening ball soaring through the blinding light of the stadium.  Raising my right foot, I...