“What would you do?” DeShawn asked, at his side once again.
“I’d get the ball to the end zone.”
“How? What play would you call?”
Patton shook his head. “I can’t answer without getting a good look at their defense.”
“You’ve been looking at them all week. Studying the tapes when you think nobody notices.”
“It’s not the same.”
“So you’re telling me you’d trot out onto that field without a single strategy in mind? You have to call something in the huddle.”
Patton shook his head again. He had a process, but it was his own, and he didn’t speak about it to anybody except Coach and Chip. He especially wasn’t going to describe his method to this kid. Who knew where he’d end up in the next season? Who knew where either would of them would be?
“That’s fine, I wouldn’t tell me either.”
“I thought you had me all figured out. You tell me.”