Football Hero (2008) Read online

  Football Hero

  Tim Green

  For my beautiful wife Illyssa,

  and for Ty, the perfect gift at the perfect time

  "The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That's real glory.

  That's the essence of it."

  --Vince Lombardi

  Contents

  Epigraph

  Chapter One

  TURNING TWELVE DIDN'T MATTER to Ty. Birthdays, like Christmas and...

  Chapter Two

  THE TEAM WAS SPREAD out across the grass, spaced evenly...

  Chapter Three

  TY SNATCHED THE FOOTBALL from the air and hit the...

  Chapter Four

  AUNT VIRGINIA LEANED TOWARD Ty so that he could smell...

  Chapter Five

  TY'S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE WAS a work permit from the state...

  Chapter Six

  INSTEAD OF IMPALING TY, the colossal cook dipped his blade...

  Chapter Seven

  TY STARED AT HIS sneakers, determined not to look at...

  Chapter Eight

  TY HANDED HIS UNCLE the phone.

  Chapter Nine

  FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL, UNCLE Gus sent Ty and Charlotte into...

  Chapter Ten

  "MOP THE FLOOR," UNCLE Gus said, growling. "I told you...

  Chapter Eleven

  "GUS TELLS ME YOUR brother wants to spend a little...

  Chapter Twelve

  SATURDAY MORNING DAWNED GRAY and damp, but Ty bounced out...

  Chapter Thirteen

  TY'S SNEAKERS SLIPPED OUT from under him and down he...

  Chapter Fourteen

  TY STRETCHED EVERY FIBER. He felt the sharp ache of...

  Chapter Fifteen

  THANE STOOD SIX FEET, two inches tall with broad shoulders...

  Chapter Sixteen

  THANE TOOK A PIECE of paper from the pocket of...

  Chapter Seventeen

  MORTY SAID, "THEY HAD Jack MacDougal, the wide receiver from...

  Chapter Eighteen

  "YOU," MORTY SAID TO Thane. "Your brother is worried about...

  Chapter Nineteen

  BUT HE COULDN'T.

  Chapter Twenty

  THE COMMISSIONER TOOK A breath and continued. "The New York...

  Chapter Twenty-One

  "HELLO?" TY SAID.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  "THE TIGER'S LAIR," Uncle Gus said.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  "TIGER. EASY, EASY, EASY," Morty said. "He can't go with...

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  TY SWALLOWED AND WASHED his hands and followed his uncle...

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  "I'D HAVE TO GO to work late," Ty said, still...

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  THE JETS BROKE TRAINING camp, and the team gave the...

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  TY GOT OFF THE bus on the first day of...

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  AFTER STRETCHING AND AGILITY drills, Ty followed the other receivers...

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  "WHAT KID?" TY ASKED.

  Chapter Thirty

  A BAND OF ORANGE glowed beneath the dark clouds over...

  Chapter Thirty-One

  "NEWSPAPER," TY SAID.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  ON MONDAY, TY WAITED until his teammates emptied out onto...

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  TY PASSED THROUGH HIS half-naked teammates and the smell of...

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  THE NEXT DAY, CHARLOTTE found Ty in the corner of...

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  TY SAT NEXT TO Charlotte just outside the principal's office.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  "YOU JUST HOLD IT right there," Aunt Virginia said, standing...

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  TY LOOKED IN THE mirror, spinning his green Jets cap...

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  "I CAN'T SEE PLAYING this Sunday," Thane said. "This thing...

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  THE MOMENT TY GOT inside the door, Uncle Gus grabbed...

  Chapter Forty

  UNCLE GUS GRABBED A fresh can of beer from the...

  Chapter Forty-One

  TY HAD PRACTICE THE next morning, and Coach V asked...

  Chapter Forty-Two

  THANE GOT WAVED THROUGH several sets of parking attendants, security...

  Chapter Forty-Three

  TY LOOKED AT THANE, who nodded and did his best...

  Chapter Forty-Four

  THE BENGALS TOOK THE opening kickoff back for a touchdown.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  PENNINGTON FAKED A HANDOFF to Jones and rolled out on...

  Chapter Forty-Six

  THANE PULLED INTO THE shopping center and parked in an...

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  TY COULD ONLY NOD his head, biting his cheek to...

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  THE AGENTS DROPPED THEM off at Thane's truck and peeled...

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  UNCLE GUS BARELY NOTICED when Ty walked through the door.

  Chapter Fifty

  TY LISTENED TO THE plan but couldn't think of anything...

  Chapter Fifty-One

  AT NIGHT, TY HAD trouble sleeping. At work, he went...

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  AFTER DINNER AND A movie, Thane dropped Ty off in...

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  UNCLE GUS WADDLED THROUGH the towering doors of glass and...

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  TY STRUGGLED TO GET past Mike, pushing the giant to...

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  USING THE SAME TECHNIQUE Thane had shown him on the...

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  TY HUNG ON. THEY had the first down they needed.

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  "YOU DON'T EVER QUIT," Thane said, flicking off the TV...

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  THE HAPPY BANTER OF victory between Thane and Ty didn't...

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  "WAIT," THANE SAID, RAISING his voice loud enough so that...

  About the Author

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  TURNING TWELVE DIDN'T MATTER to Ty. Birthdays, like Christmas and every other holiday, had lost their thrill. Most of the day had already passed without anything special happening and Ty didn't expect that to change. He knew the surprise his aunt and uncle had promised him wouldn't amount to much more than a pair of underwear or a new ax for splitting wood, maybe a blanket. Surprises had a place in his other life, the one before his parents died.

  But when Ty grabbed the handrail and stepped up into the school bus, he was surprised when someone yanked him back to earth and spun him around.

  "Why weren't you in gym class?"

  Coach V had a voice like a growling Doberman, and he scowled down at Ty without easing the stranglehold on his upper arm. Ty's face overheated. He swallowed and looked around. The bus at the front of the line hissed and roared, grinding gears and filling the air with a cloud of diesel fumes.

  "I was in Mrs. Brennan's office," Ty said, looking down at the broken line of the curb. Mrs. Brennan was the school psychologist.

  The coach ran a hand over the bristles of his dark hair, and his face softened a bit.

  "You're not in trouble?" he asked softly.

  Ty looked at his blue no-name sneakers and shook his head. "For the accident."

  "Does she help?" the coach asked, still soft.

  Ty knew that when adults asked questions, they already had the answer they wanted in mind. The right answer wasn't that the death of his mom and dad had le
ft a hole in his heart too big to be helped. The right answer was yes, and that's what he said.

  Coach V nodded and turned his big, sharp nose in the direction of the bus, eyes hiding behind the kind of mirror sunglasses that cops usually wore, the kind that reminded Ty of a housefly.

  "We got spring football today," the coach said, turning the insect eyes back at Ty so that he could see two dark-haired boys with glasses staring back in their mirrors. "You interested?"

  "Spring football?" Ty asked, blinking and pushing his own glasses back up to the top of his nose.

  "It's a club, just for one week," Coach V said. "It lets me get the team together to see where we're at. They didn't have spring football in your old school?"

  "I went to Tully. There's no football until you get to high school."

  "Small town, huh?"

  Ty jumped when his bus driver blared her horn and bellowed out at him, "Let's go!"

  "There's a sports bus at five," the coach said.

  "You think I could play?" Ty asked.

  The coach looked up at the bus driver with a twisted smile and pumped his thumb toward the exit.

  "Go ahead, I got him," he said to the driver.

  The door slammed shut, and the bus growled away, unleashing the long line of waiting buses to do the same. Ty couldn't hear the coach's words over their roar until they reached the top steps of the school.

  "I'm sorry," Ty said. "I didn't hear you."

  "Of course I want you to play," the coach said.

  "You're the fastest kid in sixth grade and I need some deep speed for my passing game."

  "I'm not too skinny?" Ty said, glancing down at his thin legs.

  "Deion Sanders was skinny, but if you're the fastest man on the planet it doesn't matter."

  "Who's Deion Sanders?"

  Coach V stopped and looked at him, then shook his head and said, "You're too young."

  Ty swung the old pillowcase his aunt made him use for a book bag over his shoulder and hustled to keep up. "My older brother plays football."

  "Great," the coach said. He swung open the locker room door and banged his palm on one of the old metal lockers. "Get your gym clothes on and get outside."

  "At Syracuse," Ty said, setting his pillowcase full of books down on the scarred wooden bench.

  Coach V froze and whipped off his sunglasses as he spun around.

  "Not Tiger Lewis?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "The Tiger Lewis? That's your brother?"

  "His real name is Thane. They just call him Tiger."

  "How come you never said?"

  Ty shrugged and searched for the right answer.

  In truth, he kept his older brother a secret because he already got picked on enough for being the new kid at school. Picked on for reading all the time, his glasses, the musty pillowcase he used to carry his books, his canvas grocery-store sneakers, and his skinny legs. He imagined that if he claimed Tiger Lewis for his brother, the kids would either refuse to believe him or they would point out how pitiful he was compared to his all-American brother, the football hero.

  In truth, it sometimes seemed to Ty that he only imagined Tiger Lewis was his brother. The two of them were so far apart in age--ten years--that they really didn't know each other that well. Ty had been eight when Thane went off to college. Since then, he only got to see his older brother on holidays or family vacations. Two weeks every summer their mom and dad used to take them camping, once in July, once in August. The memory of those times flashed in his mind, like dreams--being out in a small boat, just him and Thane, or climbing a rocky mountain trail, Thane reaching down to help him, the veins protruding from his muscular forearms.

  When they were together, Thane, or Tiger, as everyone called him now, would share his knowledge with Ty. He'd tell stories with lessons and say that he wanted Ty to learn from the mistakes he'd already made. Thane's nuggets of wisdom would come back to Ty at random moments, crashing through his consciousness like a loud commercial in the middle of a television program. When they did, Ty would lose himself for a moment as if in a trance. One of those memories came back to him now.

  He and Thane stood on the bare face of a massive rock atop Bald Mountain in the middle of the Adirondacks, waiting for their parents to catch up. Clouds floated by in their blue field. Lakes glittered below, gems nestled into the pine trees. A warm breeze cooled the sweat on their faces, and the scent of balsam floated by. They had been talking about a book Thane gave him where a boy raised by a witch got picked on. Thane said he knew what that boy felt like.

  "No one ever picked on you," Ty had said.

  "That what you think?" Thane asked him, squinting his eyes into the sun and pointing to a golden eagle.

  "Look at you," Ty said. "You'd kill anyone who picked on you."

  "Think again," Thane said, glancing at him. "I got like this lifting weights. I had legs skinnier than you, glasses, zits on my face, always reading books. Yeah, they got me. Dumped my books. Gum on my chair. All that."

  "What happened?" Ty asked.

  Thane shrugged and said, "Then I found the game."

  "Football?"

  "There's only one," Thane said.

  "Hey," Coach V said, shaking Ty by the shoulder. "You okay?"

  "Huh?" Ty said.

  Coach V wrinkled his brow, raised one eyebrow, and pointed toward the door. "You do that on the field and you'll get your clock cleaned. Hurry up."

  Coach V turned without waiting and banged open the locker room door, disappearing into the warm afternoon sunlight.

  Ty flung open his locker and tore off his clothes. He threw on his gym shirt and shorts, stiff and ripe from two-day-old dried sweat. One of the other things he remembered Thane telling him was to tie his shoes tight before any contest.

  "Easy to remember," Thane said one day, before all the bad things happened. "That's your name. Don't forget to tie, Ty."

  Ty put his left foot on the bench and bent over, pulling the laces snug and retying the sneaker so that it hugged his foot. He switched feet, but when he tugged on the ratty gray laces of his right shoe, one snapped off down at the eye hole. It would take several minutes to relace the sneaker. Ty began, but the whistle sounded outside and he sprang up and sprinted through the door with a loose shoe, exactly what his brother had warned him to never do.

  CHAPTER TWO

  THE TEAM WAS SPREAD out across the grass, spaced evenly in rows like chocolate candies in a box. Ty found a spot in the back and reached down to touch his toes with everybody else. Every time he began to work on his shoelace, Coach V started them doing a different stretch, until Ty simply gave up.

  After stretching, Coach V barked out an order. The lines compressed to one side, and the team ran back and forth across the width of the field in waves. Agility drills. High stepping. Backpedaling. Shuffling. Crisscrossing. The whistle blew again, and Coach V shouted for quarterbacks and receivers to come with him, and for the linemen to go with Coach Full. Everyone seemed to know exactly what to do and exactly where to go. Ty did his best to follow along, slipping into the back of a line of receivers who began dashing down the field for ten yards before breaking in at a forty-five-degree angle, a post route, to catch a pass from one of the three quarterbacks.

  Halpern Middle School had more than two thousand kids in three grades, and Ty had only been there since the winter break, so he knew only a few of the boys in his line. One he did recognize was Calvin West, a tall, broad-shouldered boy with blond hair that hung like a curtain around his tan face. Calvin told everyone he'd grown up in San Diego, on a surfers' beach. He wore a shark's tooth on a thin leather choker around his long neck. When Ty stepped up for his turn, Calvin recognized him from the back.

  "Lewis!" he shouted, pointing toward the adjacent field and grinning at the other boys. "The girl's softball team is practicing over there."

  Everyone laughed. Ty ignored them and crouched down into a stance, ready to run. The quarterback yelled, "Hike," and Ty took off, ten yards of
blurred hands, feet, and long, thin legs. He gave a small head fake to the outside, as if some defensive back were covering him, then he broke to the inside the way the others had. Ty felt his foot leave the shoe and take off like a bird. The world tilted, then flipped, and he felt the heavy jolt of the ground popping his chin and chipping off the end of a tooth.

  His ears burned at the sound of howling boys. He got up slow, brushing at the grass embedded now into the surface of his bare knees.

  "What the heck was that?" Coach V asked, fighting back a smile.

  "My shoe," Ty said.

  "No-name tear-away specials," Calvin West said to a chorus of more hooting.

  "All right," Coach V said, glowering at the boys, "cut the crap. Let's go. Next."

  Ty staggered over to his shoe, scooping it up just in time for the next boy to flash past him, make the break, and catch the pass. Ty jogged to the back of the line and sat down to relace his shoe. He missed his turn but got the laces even and tugged them tight. This time the other side snapped off.

  "Ty!" Coach V called from over where the quarterbacks stood. "You with us or not?"

  Ty felt the pressure build up behind his face, and the ducts in the corners of his eyes began to work. But before anyone could laugh, he sniffed, jumped up, kicked off both shoes, tore off his socks, and lined up in a stance, ready to go. Coach V shook his head but nodded to Michael Poyer, the team's first-string quarterback, who hiked the ball. This time, Ty streaked forward, made the break, and looked for the ball, ready to catch it. The ball came late, though, way behind him.

  "You gotta really lead him," Coach V said, barking at Poyer.

  "I tried," Poyer said, shaking his head.

  "Do it again," the coach said. "Ty?"

  Ty nodded and jogged back to the front of the line. His feet tingled at the touch of the prickly grass between his bare toes. He ran the pattern with blazing speed; the ball came late again, high and fast, but this time only an arm's length behind him. Ty left his feet and spun. The sun's rays blinded him. His hands flashed out into space and felt the sting of the leather ball.

  CHAPTER THREE

  TY SNATCHED THE FOOTBALL from the air and hit the ground running up the field. He kept going until he reached the goal line, then slowed and jogged back.