My Football Injury

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"My Football Injury" I could not believe what had happened to me one summer day. All of my dreams shattered for that year and for my future. I was never able to really recover to be the best player, I had been. All I could think about back in those days was being successful at my skilled position; the roar of the crowd; the popularity; I thought I could play the sport I love until I was too old to play it. It was the summer of 1976, my nerves were raging, mainly in my stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end. "Is everything ok? Will everything go as planned? I couldn't stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing wild through my mind as I thought about my teammates going to battle without me. I had played with some of these guys since we were in eighth grade, and when they needed me the most, all I could do is sit and cheer. I hated the feeling of helplessness, but at the same time I knew I had to do what little I could do, well. It was two days until the first game of my junior year in high school football season. My team and I were going to play St. Rita, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our sophmore year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat, pouring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on friday. The coach yelled, "Last Play!" the play was "blue 336" which is a run to the halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass
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