Touchdown!

So football season is just around the corner! I am pumped. It reminds me of the time I played football for GHS back when I was a freshman in high school...

It was a cool, crisp, Fall night. GHS was ahead by... enough. Coach 

decided to start rotating his second, third, fourth... strings onto the field. It was my time to shine! I will never forget the way he said, "Miller, you're in." because I happened to forget everything else, "Blah blah tight end blah blah run a blah blah even number blah blah bird blah blah and send blah blah blah".

I walk out in awe of the crowd that surrounded me. They were scarce and cheerless. It wasn't what I had always dream of, but still

 pretty cool. As I am turning in circles with my eyes up, I hear "MILLER!" and run to the middle of the huddle. I am already embarrassed. My goal is just to fit in, clap, and break. 

It was a good plan until viciously thrown off course by the words, "Miller, did coach tell you the play?" My heart sank, I looked around at all my colleagues, then said what my father, the preacher in the stands, would be proud of, "No! He told Bater (the other 'not first string wide receiver/tight end that ran 

on the field w/ me)". Bater, confused and under pressure just stood there 

and stuttered. Pretending to save the day (that I justruined) I said, "Come on Bater, I even heard coach tell you that we should run a 28... wings right... fly widespread.... pattern." Feeling like Smalls in the movie the Sandlot after he asked who Baby Ruthie was, I looked at the QB. He gave me a strange look and said, "Ok, break!" I was relieved. 

I hesitantly make my way to the line, trying to find a spot where needed. It was at this point that I remembered I was not playing my usual wide receiver position, but rather a tight end... that blocked. I found my place across from big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy. I did my three point stance, the one thing I did remember how to do. I think the QB hiked the ball and the whistle was blown. Bater was offsides. 

We regrouped, broke, and went back to the line. Just as the QB 

hiked the ball I shot off the line, with such power, just in time to meet big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy in the middle. He expectedly overcame me, BUT I pulled him to the right, creating the perfect hole for our QB to run through and score a 40 yard TOUCHDOWN! 

Yes, I must say that it was all because of me. He actually came back and thanked me. We reviewed the tapes later and coach pointed out my triumphant block that lead into a TD noting something like every position on the team is vital. Then!... i quit, at the end of the season of course. I guess I just wanted to go out with a bang, ya know.