Football + Holes in Space & Time
Samantha Shroedinger was certain the ball teleported. That was the only answer.
It was a good pass, headed straight for the twenty yard line. Dante Jackson, from her third period physics class, jumped to reach it, and then the ball just wasn’t there. There was a gasp, and then a cheer, and somehow Hugh Darby back on the other team’s forty-yard line had caught it and was making a run for the end zone.
It was crazy. Balls don’t move like that. She’d just taught a section on classical mechanics, so she should know.
Samantha stood up with the rest of the fans, but she wasn’t looking at the field now, no longer trying to track the ball. There wasn’t much point when it could be anywhere. No, she was looking across the field, to the other team’s stands. And yes, there he was. Michael Heisenberg. Or Mikey, as he preferred to be called. And he was looking right back at her and grinning.
This. Meant. War.
She didn’t know how he’d done it, but she was sure the teleporting ball was another of his little schemes. It just never ended with that jerk. She’d gone out for drinks with him one lousy time, politely told him she wasn’t interested in another, and her school’s team hadn’t won a single match-up against his since then.
Well. Two could play at this game. She’d come prepared tonight. While the crowd around her was still booing and calling for the refs to invalidate the play, Samantha pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and made a quick call.
Moments later, a man in a green hoodie climbed up into the stands, just behind Mikey. Another play, another touchdown for their team. Mikey got up to cheer with the rest. And in the noise and confusion, the man behind him slapped something onto his shoulder.
Michael Heisenberg winked out of this reality and into another one, far far away.
The guy in green pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt and stepped into Mikey’s place, smiling across the bleachers at Samantha. He could have been the other man’s twin. And he was a much better conversationalist. Samantha waved her phone at him. They’d chat later. For now, there was a game to watch. Maybe now there was at least a little uncertainty in the outcome.
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It was a good pass, headed straight for the twenty yard line. Dante Jackson, from her third period physics class, jumped to reach it, and then the ball just wasn’t there. There was a gasp, and then a cheer, and somehow Hugh Darby back on the other team’s forty-yard line had caught it and was making a run for the end zone.
It was crazy. Balls don’t move like that. She’d just taught a section on classical mechanics, so she should know.
Samantha stood up with the rest of the fans, but she wasn’t looking at the field now, no longer trying to track the ball. There wasn’t much point when it could be anywhere. No, she was looking across the field, to the other team’s stands. And yes, there he was. Michael Heisenberg. Or Mikey, as he preferred to be called. And he was looking right back at her and grinning.
This. Meant. War.
She didn’t know how he’d done it, but she was sure the teleporting ball was another of his little schemes. It just never ended with that jerk. She’d gone out for drinks with him one lousy time, politely told him she wasn’t interested in another, and her school’s team hadn’t won a single match-up against his since then.
Well. Two could play at this game. She’d come prepared tonight. While the crowd around her was still booing and calling for the refs to invalidate the play, Samantha pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and made a quick call.
Moments later, a man in a green hoodie climbed up into the stands, just behind Mikey. Another play, another touchdown for their team. Mikey got up to cheer with the rest. And in the noise and confusion, the man behind him slapped something onto his shoulder.
Michael Heisenberg winked out of this reality and into another one, far far away.
The guy in green pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt and stepped into Mikey’s place, smiling across the bleachers at Samantha. He could have been the other man’s twin. And he was a much better conversationalist. Samantha waved her phone at him. They’d chat later. For now, there was a game to watch. Maybe now there was at least a little uncertainty in the outcome.
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