i love football its the american sport...football separates the men from the boys...and today at football practice i broke my hand
i play strong side defensive end....
a cool breeze blew across the field as i lowerd myself into my right handed stance against the 6 foot 4 275 pound offensive tackle...BLUE INDIANA COLTS INDIE HUT the ball is snapped, right away my football instincts drive me insane like a dog in a sausage factory...i see the tackle down block so i squeeze the hole to avoid cutback, i look for a pulling backside guard...none...counter is ruled out...look for a fullback...none...lead is ruled out...its a naked bootleg, i begin to sprint towards the quarterback as the slot reciever attempts to chop block me, i slam him to the ground without hesitation and continue to persue the quarterback...the ball is thrown while i am in inches of the quarterback, its thrown to a reciever with the strong saftey and cornerback broken down waiting for the kill, but wait...a spin move, a stiff arm, he cuts back towards the middle....then i heard angels and saw a beam of light...anyone who plays football knows..it is a godsend when you have an earshot at a reciever in open field...i flew towards him...layed myself out completley horizontal and with all my strengths send him and myself flying out of bounds into a huddle of slackers who dont play...i got up with such enthusiasm and triumph for my play, only to look down and my mangled hand....broken...