An hour before the game.
I’m plugged in.
Bumping Drake and Wayne.
It gets me ready for the pain.
To me football isn’t just a game.
One day I want to play for the fame.
Coach always tells me, it’s my game.
Leading the defense.
Isn’t that easy.
Sometimes I call audibles.
Sometimes I call the wrong thing.
I run in to try and make a play.
And the ball goes the other way.
When that happens, I feel like a turtle.
The ball is far away, and when coach asks,
“What happened?” I won’t know what to say.
I shut down; he says I need to focus.
We are 2-0, but the score in this game.
Is 23 to 16. If my defense gets a stop.
Our offense will get hype, score and BOOM 3-0.
It’s the next set of downs.
And were back on D.
I’m on the field I call sarge and warge.
Me and Sammy are going to blitz because there in a passing set.
The QB from Del Valle is in shotgun.
He starts his cadence.
And now I see jet motion.
I call of warge and now its just me.
I’m going in alone and I know
My team was way behind me.
The play starts and im running full speed ahead, I feel heavier.
My Arms feel stronger my legs feel more powerful, I feel like a bear.
I’m about to hit the quarterback.
Boom there’s a loud pop.
The Crowd goes wild as he fumbles
The ball and I pick it up and start,
Running for the end zone.
This time I hear the air gyrating in my helmet.
I feel my body get lighter.
I feel like I’m cutting through the air.
I score, we win.
And I feel like me.
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