NORMAN — The lines are not new.
Seasons end and there are only so many ways to explain them. Even when it was a fantastic game. Even if — cliché alert — nobody deserved to lose.
Sometimes the storybook ending isn’t your storybook and Saturday night at Harve Collins Field it was Mustang’s rather than Norman North’s.
The final was Broncos 44, Timberwolves 37, and the temptation was to wonder how on earth it happened. How did it happen when North led 21-7 in the first half and 27-17 in the second?
There was, though, another way to look at it and that was the simple fact North did everything it could possibly do; or, at least, pulled every string that it possibly could.
When Mustang quarterback Chandler Garrett, a veritable sophomore phenom, who already stands 6-5 and weighs 205, dropped back to pass facing third-and-11 with less than a minute to play from the T-Wolves’ 44, North coach Wade Standley’s cornerbacks were Nick Basquine, his best receiver, and Quan Hogan, his best running back.
The T-Wolves were pulling out all the stops. Maybe the Broncos were, too, because Garrett found David Parker over the middle for 27 yards, between two of the T-Wolves’ best athletes.
Basquine very nearly broke up the play, leaving his man along the right boundary when he guessed the way the play was going.
The next snap, Frankie Edwards, the Broncos’ senior running back who was quarterback until Garrett beat him out of the job, took it 17 yards up the middle and that was that.
The T-Wolves did all they could. They just couldn’t make it be enough. And, oh, what a list it was, that wasn’t quite enough.
The first of quarterback John Kolar’s three touchdown passes began with a snap to Payton Prince, who then pitched it back to Kolar, who then hit Tyler Sipe over the middle with no Bronco in the same zip code. It covered 42 yards and put North up 7-0.