The Substitute Goalie
Sam had always played defense, so he was surprised when Coach Reyes called him over after practice on Thursday. "Lucas sprained his wrist at school today," she explained, "and since Saturday's game is an important one, I need somebody to play goalie. Do you think you could do it?"
Sam swallowed hard. Goalies stood alone in front of the net while everyone watched every move, and if the ball slipped past, nobody could pretend that the mistake belonged to someone else. Even so, he did not want to disappoint his teammates, so he nodded slowly.
That afternoon his older sister Jess helped him practice in the backyard. She kicked shot after shot, and at first the ball whizzed past him before he could even move. "You are watching my face," she pointed out, "when you should be watching the ball and my foot." After a dozen tries he began to predict where each kick was headed, and by dinnertime he had stopped about half of them, although his gloves were covered in grass.
On Saturday the other team scored first, and Sam's heart pounded, but Coach called from the sideline, "Shake it off and keep your eyes on the ball." In the second half, a tall striker raced toward the net and fired a hard shot at the corner. Sam dove, stretched his fingertips as far as they would go, and knocked it away while his teammates cheered.
A few minutes later his team scored a goal of its own, and the game ended in a tie. Sam did not mind at all. In the parking lot, Lucas, with his wrist wrapped in a bandage, held up a hand for a high five and said, "Nice save."