Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Memoir rough draft


            “All of the suicides, sweaty mornings in the weight room, two a days in the heat has led us to this one night; one game, forty minutes to show who put in the work in the offseason, who wants it more. I can promise you guys they haven’t worked harder than us, they don’t know about pride laps, they don’t know what it feels like to lose every game in a season, they don’t know about overcoming adversity, so let them know who we are. Who are we? CARDINALS!!!”

            Errrh! Errrhhhh! Errrr!! I slammed the snooze button on my alarm clock, it was six o’clock in the morning and five more minutes of sleep would do me wonders. I got out of bed turned the shower to hot, after about five minutes switched dial back too cold to force myself to get out. Threw on my favorite pair of American Eagle jeans and today for the first time in almost a year I got to wear my football jersey to school. Next I threw on my sunglasses, hopped in my truck and drove to school.

            I pulled in to my usual parking spot behind the gym and saw a few more of my teammates walking out of their cars in their jerseys. “What’s up Kory man.” I said to my co-captain. “ Nothing much man, I could hardly sleep last night. Are you ready for tonight Cap?” “Aww man you know I’m getting at least one hundred yards and two touchdowns tonight.” I tried to give off an air of confidence even though deep inside I’ll admit I was nervous about tonight. I remember staring at the minute hand on the clock all day, my friends and teachers were trying to talk to me all day but their words passed right through me like water through a paper towel. I didn’t care about anything that day except winning the first game of the season. Finally the end of the day bell rang and I walked out to my truck. A few of my teammates piled in the back and I drove down the road to subway. I think anyone who has ever been to subway knows the feeling, the worker asked me what I wanted “ummm, uhhh, uhhhhhhhhh, well I guess I’ll have the foot long chicken teriyaki.” I thought I was in the clear but then he kept asking me details about the sandwich. “Which kind of cheese? What type of bread do you want? Any Veggies?” Finally he finished the barrage of questions and made the sandwich. I apologized to him but I was way too focused to be bothered with questions about a five dollar sandwich. After we finished and my friends stopped imitating me trying to complete the simple task of ordering a sandwich, I drove back to school and went into the locker room to suit up.

            The locker-room smelled like the usual body odor and Icy-Hot but there was such a feeling of focus in there. Twenty four kids who had worked so hard all off-season to make up for last year, to bring pride back to program were standing near the lockers getting dressed. I plugged in my headphones and started to suit up. I felt like gladiator who was suiting up before a fight, losing what was not an option; I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror anymore if I didn’t leave everything on the field to give my team a win. My coach, who looked as anxious as all of us, walked into the locker room and said “bus is leaving in fifteen minutes and carry your shoulder pads on the bus its an hour and a half ride and there’s always traffic in Boston.” My team walked onto the bus in a straight line after me and we were ready for business.

            The bus was cramped because the administration in all their wisdom scheduled the smallest bus in the fleet. We really didn’t care we just wanted to get to the stadium and do what we worked so hard to do. Of course our bus driver got lost in inner Boston and we got to see some of scenic Boston. Pimps in their usual all fur coats, Homeless guys carrying signs “punch me for twenty dollars” it was very enlightening. After two and a half hours we got to the stadium in Roxbury Park.

            I led the team out of the bus and an official said we have twenty minutes to stretch out and get ready then its kick off. It didn’t faze me, I led the team onto the field and we could see our opponent for the first time. The Boston Latin Academy Dragons were dresses in all black and they had twice as many guys suited up but I knew we were going to run over these guys all night. My other captains and I led the team through the abbreviated pre-game routine.

            We were all warmed up and ready to slay these so called “Dragons”. We finished stretching and Kory said “take a knee around Carberry”. I looked around at all my teammates and saw the determination in their faces. Twenty three of my teammates were looking up to me just as I used to look to my captains before games when I was an underclassman.  I looked around into all their eyes and said “All of the suicides, sweaty mornings in the weight room, two a days in the heat has led us to this one night; one game, forty minutes to show who put in the work in the offseason, who wants it more.”

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