Slipped Away

It was a great night for football,
We were all pumped up now
And even playing the great Red Raiders,
We knew we'd win somehow.
A thousand eyes watched the ball
As it flew though the air
And you could almost hear the whisper
Of 500 loyal prayers.
It wasn't great, it wasn't good,
But it was there and that's all we needed.
And when I saw #45 run across
All my doubts simply fleeted.
I knew he'd catch it, he had to,
I saw it hit his hands.
But when it slipped through his fingers,
I felt like half a man.
I dropped to my knees and started to cry,
There was nothing to do or say
For when that ball hit the ground,
The game had slipped away. . .