i get when i’m on the field is indescribable. from the time i step on the field to the time the reff blows the whistle saying it’s over, i can feel my start heart racing. not letting anyone get through, doing whatever i can to stop the ball. the rush i get as soon as i see it coming. playing rough, getting dirty, not letting myself get pushed around, fighting back for what’s ours. feeling the sweat come down my face as i run past the opponent, beating them to it. seeing the frustration on their face giving me a smile.(; it all feels good till you fuck up. falling for a false move, that tiny little mistake that you coulda stopped. i feel my heart stop as i see it go in, knowing it was your fault. you try to redeem yourself but the pain is just so great. the disappointment you feel.. but you know you gotta make up for it so i keep going, not letting it get me down, making me stronger. by the end of it i know i’ve done all that coulda been done. the last whistle has been blown, it’s over. we look at the score and just laugh, it was just a game overall. still keeping my head up high whether we lost or we won because it’s something we do because we love it, because we live it, because we have a passion for it, we enjoy it. my heart slows down as i relax. so when’s the next game ? i’m ready.
“There’s gonna be some stuff u gonna see that’s gonna make it hard To smile in the future, but through whatever you see, Through all the rain and all the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. you gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit”—Tupac Shakur