I’ve played football for nine years now, and participated in over 85 games. I’ll openly admit that practices got to be the most dreaded part of my day by the time my senior year rolled around, nonetheless gameday’s never became wearisome. The miserable as well as submissive game day nerves can keep you from eating, thinking straight, and also make relaxing an unattainable task. Yet, as I sit here pondering back on football season, I’d treasure the displeasure of those nerves just one final time. In the closing contest of my senior year, the Salina Central Mustangs traveled to Newton to compete against us. When we played this same team the year before, they decimated us, physically and mentally, putting up forty nine unanswered points in the first half alone. My fellow seniors and I agreed that we would not lie down and surrender like the previous year. We knew that this team would likely beat us again this year, but we didn’t care. What did we have to lose? We were a one-win team, plagued by injuries, with a third-string quarterback under center. The dark evening brought rain and chilling temperatures with it; the temperature dropped into the forties and the precipitation made it feel even more frigid. Our …show more content…
team fought hard but slipped into a deficit when half-time rolled around; still nothing comparable to the massacre that took place twelve months prior.
I recall looking into the passionate eyes of one of my fellow seniors and telling him, “We have twenty-four minutes of football left in our lives, let’s make them count.” Our team continued to resist the embarrassment of helplessness in the second half, but it appeared obvious that we were outmatched. We lacked size, strength, speed, and proper teaching; four things that highly increase your chances of winning a football game. With around two minutes left in the football game Newton had the ball. I remember thinking “This will be the last drive of my life.” The temperature continued to drop, and we were losing forty five to
twelve; nothing to lose. Our quarterback, exhausted and in obvious pain called the play in the huddle, “I-right 23 lead.” As soon as the center snapped the ball to the quarterback our right tackle, McGuire, and I plowed into the defensive lineman across from us, driving him into the ground. Our running back, Kade, picked up a nice chunk of yards. We re-aligned in the huddle and called the same play, an on-going, frustrating trend of the season. Nevertheless, the same result occurred. McGuire and myself pancaked the defensive lineman again, I then proceeded to hunt for another body to launch myself into. I found a defensive back and propelled myself into his chest like a missile, knocking him flat onto his back. Kade picked up another solid chunk of yards, putting us into a position to score one last time. Once again, we run 23 lead; for the third time in a row, also for another solid gain bringing us to the one-yard line. Just thirty-six small inches from scoring a touchdown. One play and one hard hit later, I celebrated with Kade in the end zone.
...k now through everything. We should know no matter what we are put through, we can always come out on top. Our determination as a team lead us to do what many believe that we could not do, winning the state championship game against the nation number one team making the Pearland Oilers Texas Division 5A State Champions.. Even though the damages of football can be permanent over a long period of time it changed my life and I would do it all over again.
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