Football And Collarbones: A Short Story

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You could say that my family is cursed when it comes to football and collarbones. The curse started all the way back in the 80’s when my dad played football at Johnston. He was a freshman so he had 4 years of football ahead of him, until in the second game of the season he broke his collarbone and was out for the remainder of the season. This left him with 3 more years to play which is different than what happened to me and my brother. My brother was on one of the best teams his senior year to ever come through DC-G and he had played since his sophomore year. He had a huge role for the team returning kicks/punts and also playing safety in the team's stout secondary. They won their first game of the season and on deck for the second game …show more content…

The season was just getting ready to start. It was the week of our scrimmage vs. Norwalk that I would break my collarbone. I was getting pumped for the season to start and I absolutely could not wait to go out and play a real game. I was in line to be one of the main pieces on offense and try to lead us to our end goal, which was making the dome. Then I received a jet sweep and had nowhere to go as the defenders swarmed me. Rowan Collins, our outside linebacker, came in from the side and drove me into the ground. As I hit the ground I heard a crack and was immediately in pain. I stumbled to the sideline and was throwing my arm around trying to make it feel better. The trainer raced over and reached inside my pads to feel my shoulder. “Yep it’s broke.” he said. I immediately felt even more pain after hearing those words knowing that I would be out for weeks and even months. The diagnosis is 6-8 weeks which gives me a chance to play again this season. We’ve started it out going 3-0 with the biggest win in school history against the 42-0 Pella Dutch. It hurt to be on the sideline knowing I could’ve been apart of such a great win, but I was also filled with joy for my team. Every Friday night motivates me even more to get back out there so I can help my team. We have a special team and I want nothing more than to be apart of it and achieve our schools long time goal of making it to the

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