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There were ten seconds left on the clock, it was a tied game and FSU had the ball. They were going to make a field goal to win. This was the last play, and GT’s last chance. The Jackets could block or pull something out of a hat to win. Standing in the Students’ Section, 4 rows from the field, we wait nervously for the end, the feeling of loss already creeping at our nerves. Then, out of nowhere everything changes. GT blocks FSU’s field goal and the ball bounces to the GT’s side, defying all logic.Number 17 grabs the ball. He runs past FSU’s defense. There was no times on the clock, but they could still finish that play. My heart was racing as fast as 17’s feet were flying. If he gets stopped, that's the end. We would have to go to overtime. He keeps running, almost getting tackled twice, heightening the suspense with each passing step. Suddenly like magic out of a hat: TOUCHDOWN! The crowd goes wild! Everyone is cheering and pushing forward! We run down the steps and swarm towards the field like pure Yellow Jackets! The whole field was filled with the enthusiastic white and gold that rushes through my veins.