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I put on my shoulder pads and helmat, Ready to play my only position as defencive tackle on the right side.Coach has us run the ball for linebackers to practice tackling.As i get the ball,I see muscles of the biggest linebacker run towrds me.I clench on to the ball with a fearsome grip.As i watch him dive for my legs,I fake right and go left.He misses my leg and i run the ball to the endzone.This was the week of our last homegame and i was pumped.
Two days later as i am in my blue shouldered, white background jersey with the red numbers.I go to the other linemen to hear our largest lineman of our grade tell me that i am gonna run the ball.I think he is joking and deside to get ready to tackle the Quarterback mentally.
As i strech for the game,coach pulls me off to the side and tells me the exact same thing i heard before streaches.I start freaking out.As we go over the plays i will run,i relax thinking of the last practice i had.As the first and second quarter go by,I start jumping to get ready for my defencive series.Third quarter starts and i am in the right tackle position.As the center hikes the ball to the quarterback, i see a guy take the ball and run towards me.I reach out and grab his legs and bury my shoulder pads into the ball carrier.Everyone else pile on me as the guy starts falling down.3 plays later the series is over.
Now it is ofencive series and coach tells me to stay on the feild.Our offence is in huddle and our quarterback calls a run to me.As the ball rests on the 30,our center listens for the cadence.The ball is hiked and the QB hands the ball to me.I freak out and start running with the ball tucked between my arms.I feel a force tug on my legs.As i fall over i hold the ball for dear life.i crash into the ground and the reff blows the whistle.Second down and the ball is on the 20.our QB passes the ball to our wide receiver.He catches it for a touchdown.
We all rush to coach as he tells us to run the ball for 2 points.As adrenaline floods my veins,sweat coats my tan skin and i catch my breath I line up in my position.As i recive the ball,i cover it up compleatly with my skinny arms.I run over guys as i get into the endzone.I have made my first 2 points in 7 years.As i hear a group of kids yell my name,coaches pat me on the back and my injured friend hands me a water bottle, All i think is "so this is what it feels to be great."The game was boring after that due to us stomping the other team.
Back in school the next day I hear the guys and girls talk about the 2 point conversain. I talk to my injured friend, All he says is how i walked into the endzone and i say "Was i walking? I had no clue.But all i cared about that i had made the happiest day of my life and for once a complete this asshole was popular.
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