SiXmAnMaDnEsS
11-man fan
As of late, I have noticed things getting a little bit more low class around here. As compared to usual anyways.
And it is ridiculous. Let me tell you all a little, heart warming tale.
I made the drive to every single All-Star game this year. Every one, like a lot of you did. And by far, my favorite had to be the Brazos Bowl. You know why? It was an actual game. Teams were drafted, not split East and West. And I realized why those kids were there. They loved football. Most of those kids never played again. They risked injury, learned a completely different coaching scheme, roomed with complete strangers, and made bonds. It was pure. It was good. It was football.
Remember the dew on the grass in August? Remember gassers with your best buddies? Remember the sweat dripping in your eyes. Recall the coach screaming your name and the crowds cheering. Recall the smell of sweat and grass on your equipment. Try to bring back the memory of the adrenaline of winning on your home field with the lights on. And remember the sting of your final loss.
We talk smack, but some people are forgetting what this site is for. It is for the love of a game.
And it is ridiculous. Let me tell you all a little, heart warming tale.
I made the drive to every single All-Star game this year. Every one, like a lot of you did. And by far, my favorite had to be the Brazos Bowl. You know why? It was an actual game. Teams were drafted, not split East and West. And I realized why those kids were there. They loved football. Most of those kids never played again. They risked injury, learned a completely different coaching scheme, roomed with complete strangers, and made bonds. It was pure. It was good. It was football.
Remember the dew on the grass in August? Remember gassers with your best buddies? Remember the sweat dripping in your eyes. Recall the coach screaming your name and the crowds cheering. Recall the smell of sweat and grass on your equipment. Try to bring back the memory of the adrenaline of winning on your home field with the lights on. And remember the sting of your final loss.
We talk smack, but some people are forgetting what this site is for. It is for the love of a game.