disc toward the end-zone . He knew he couldn ' t make it , and even if he could , the absurdly tall McCartney was closer . He ' d make the catch . The game would be over . Mannix wouldn ' t win the pizza . It was impossible .
He leaped anyway , in a desperate dive . He knew he shouldn ' t be able to reach it , but suddenly he felt a strange tingling in his fingertips and the ground fell away beneath him . It should have been coming up towards him . Strange .
Then he looked down and saw McCartney lunging in slow-motion , several metres below , leaning in for the catch . Several metres below . How odd . Was he ...? Flying ?
Foto : Jose Emilio de Veyra
Mannix swooped down at breakneck speed and clasped the disc in his outstretched hand just as it was about to graze the ground . McCartney fell just short . The crowd exploded . They ' d just seen something so magical , so impossible , that they didn ' t even notice the clock hit zero .
Mannix stood up , brushed himself off , and held the disc alot . Officials brought him a microphone , and The Pizza Cup , a fity-foot tall golden trophy filled to the brim with pizzas of all kinds .
" Thank you everyone !" he shouted . " But I can ' t eat this all myself . I ' d like to share this fabulous prize with my valiant opponents , my excellent teammates , and with all of you ! Just be sure to save me a slice or two of the one with barbecue sauce , okay ?"
Foto : Jose Foto Emilio : Jose de Emilio Veyra de Veyra Sleeves Magazine