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Title: One Last Shot

 

Casey Thompson had spent most of his college career living with a fire inside—a simmering, unquenchable thirst to prove himself. From Texas to Nebraska, he had flashed moments of brilliance, only to see them overshadowed by setbacks, coaching changes, and a carousel of quarterbacks. Yet, the thought of giving up never crossed his mind. Casey was a warrior at heart. And now, as he stood on the sidelines of Memorial Stadium in Norman, Oklahoma, there was a new possibility—a final chance for redemption.

 

When Casey transferred to Oklahoma as a graduate, it wasn’t a decision he made lightly. He knew it was risky; he was entering a program run by a defensive-minded head coach in Brent Venables, and the Sooners already had a star quarterback in Jackson Arnold. But Casey believed in himself. He saw this as a chance not just to finish his career on his terms, but to help a program he had once faced as a bitter rival. He had faced Oklahoma plenty of times before, and he had always felt something electric about the crimson and cream. Now, he had a shot to make that energy his own.

 

One day after practice, Casey approached Coach Venables in his office. He was calm but firm, with the kind of clarity that only comes from years of fighting for a place on the field.

 

“Coach,” Casey said, voice steady, “I’m ready to give everything I’ve got for this team. I know I’m not the first choice, but I don’t need to be. All I’m asking for is one shot.”

 

Venables leaned back in his chair, studying the young man before him. Thompson had a reputation for resilience; he had battled through injuries and competition at every stop. He was a veteran who had seen it all, and he wasn’t here to ask for a handout. He wanted a challenge.

 

“Casey,” Venables began, choosing his words carefully, “you know what you’re asking for, right? This team, this program—we have high expectations. I’ve got a talented quarterback room. You’d have to fight tooth and nail every single day.”

 

Casey nodded, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. “Coach, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

 

Venables smiled slightly. He admired that fire, the kind that couldn’t be extinguished. He had seen it in other players before, and often, those were the ones who ended up surprising everyone. He knew Casey was older, maybe not as fast as he once was, but he had a wealth of experience, and there was something else: an unspoken promise of loyalty, of giving his all for the team.

 

“All right,” Venables said, leaning forward. “You’ll get your chance. But I need to know one thing: If you get out there, if the lights are on and it’s your moment, are you ready to lead this team? Not just to play, but to win?”

 

Casey’s smile was small but filled with conviction. “Coach, I’ve been waiting my whole life for that moment. You give me the shot, and I’ll leave it all on the field.”

 

And so, Casey Thompson found himself back in the thick of it. The grind of practice was familiar, but there was a new edge to it now. He wasn’t the freshman trying to make a name for himself, nor the young quarterback with potential yet to be realized. He was the battle-tested veteran, the one who had seen the highs and lows, who had tasted both victory and defeat. And every rep, every throw was made with the urgency of a man who knew his time was running short.

 

The season wore on, and the Sooners found themselves in a critical game against a top-ranked rival. Jackson Arnold had been solid all season, but tonight, the offense was out of sync. The crowd was restless, sensing the momentum slipping away. That’s when Venables made the call.

 

Casey trotted onto the field, and the crowd’s murmurs grew louder. This was it—the shot he had asked for. The stakes couldn’t have been higher, but there was no fear in Casey’s eyes. Only focus.

 

The huddle was tense, filled with nervous energy. He looked at his teammates, sensing their doubts. He raised his voice, calm but authoritative.

 

“Look at me,” Casey said. “We’ve got this. Trust each other. Trust me. Let’s go win this game.”

 

The offense came alive. Pass after pass, Casey threaded the ball through tight windows, leading the team down the field with precision. He scrambled when he needed to, took hits without flinching, and kept getting back up. He was playing as if he had nothing to lose because, in a way, he didn’t. He had left it all behind—the disappointments, the transfers, the injuries. All that mattered was this moment.

 

With seconds left on the clock, Oklahoma was down by four, sitting at the opponent’s 10-yard line. Venables had called for the pass, trusting Casey to make the play. The snap came, and everything seemed to slow down. Casey dropped back, scanning the field, feeling the pocket collapse around him. He stepped up, dodging a defender, eyes locked on his receiver.

 

He released the ball, a perfect spiral cutting through the air. The crowd held its breath as the ball soared into the end zone, finding his receiver’s outstretched hands. Touchdown.

 

The stadium erupted in a roar, but Casey didn’t celebrate immediately. He stood there, taking it all in, a slight smile breaking through the exhaustion. He had done it. He had seized his moment.

 

As he jogged back to the sideline, Coach Venables was there waiting. The two locked eyes, and Venables gave him a nod, a rare expression of approval from the stoic coach.

 

“You said you’d give everything,” Venables said.

 

Casey, breathing heavily, simply nodded. “I told you, Coach. All I needed was one shot.”

 

And for the first time in a long time, Casey Thompson felt at peace. He had given ev

erything he had, and for once, it was enough.