Take a Look At Yourself

The smell of grass on game day was one of the best smells in the world. It smelled like sweat, Adrenalin, and victory. There was something about seeing that 100 yard field with white lines and goal posts that just made me feel human. I loved football, and it had made me feel like I could do things again. Football was in my blood in a way I never thought a sport would be.

"Matt!" Coach Griggs yelled. "Let's get it started, Captain."

I had to fight a smile about that. Captain was not a position I ever thought I would receive, but I was so thankful for it. For a lot of these guys, football was the only way they could go to college. This was how they thought they would make their living. For me, football was just something I loved. I was totally and completely ready to help motivate these guys.

"Alright, y'all." I turned to look at both the offense and the defense. "We are about to play Texas A&M. These guys think they're hot shit because they used to have Johnny Manziel. Well where the fuck is Johnny football now? They think they're hot shit cause they used to be top 20 years ago. Guess the fuck what?"

Coach Griggs shot me a look at my language, but I knew that he was going to let me continue on my way. This was football; we were allowed to cuss.

"Texas A&M ain't shit. They ain't ever going to be shit again! So let's go kick some Texas ass."

The boys whooped and turned to our fearless head coach. The captain was always allowed to give a speech, but the head coach always got the last say. He was the one that was really supposed to motivate us. All I had to do was rile them up.

"Sanders is right! A&M hasn't been a good team in a long while, but they are still a strong team. Look boys, we have a hard season this year. It's like they're challenging us to see if we can be a top twenty school. We've been to bowl games the last three years, but we haven't proved who the fuck we are! Beating the Aggies will show those fucks exactly who we are! LET'S GO!"

Helmets were thrown on our hands and off we went to take the field. We had to prove we were a team worth recruiting from. Like I said, a lot of these guys didn't have a back-up plan. For so many of my friends, they were in college because of scholarships. They didn't have a future after this, or at least, they didn't think they did.

The crowd cheered and screamed as we took the field. Nothing could compare to that feeling, nothing would ever match up to the way your school yelled for you when you came on the field. It was something that I would always cherish.

The Aggies quickly ran onto the field as well. Their awful maroon color tainted our green field. We were in orange. It was a battle of the colors. They were supposed to be in white, but it was the fucking Aggies. What did they care?
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The canon went off as we scored another touchdown! Brian was kicking ass right now. He had always been a great player, but it was like he had been blessed by Richard Sherman or something. The man was playing so damn well.

Meanwhile, our quarterback was throwing like God had blessed him. Every time he threw to me, I caught it. I felt like Tom Brady and Julian Edelman. We were being a dream team all damn day.

Of course, the Aggies were playing well too. They were playing so well that the score was neck and neck. Our defense was having trouble blocking throws and getting in the sacks. I knew they would turn it around soon though. We only had ten minutes left in the game. We were not going to lose to the fucking Aggies.

"Sanders!" Coach Henderson yelled. "Get in there!"

I put my helmet on and took the field. We had ten minutes, and I had no idea why I was on the field if we had just scored a touchdown. Looking over to the sideline, I saw Henderson signaling for me to tackle. He knew I had played corner back in high school.

The kicker kicked the ball and I took off down the field. I was going to hit the returner so hard that he saw stars for the next few days. I was going to hit him so hard, he would think he was a Longhorn.

Without a second thought, that was exactly what I did. The returner hit the ground and the ball popped up. Somehow I was up quickly enough to scoop up the ball and run it back for another touchdown.

The canon sounded and I knew that the tide was about to turn in our favor. There was nothing we could do to be stopped. The Aggies knew it now, and soon everyone else in our division would.

The University of Tennessee wasn't going to be fucked with this year. Let the season fucking begin!

Notes

I know it's short, but this isn't about the football... it's about the futbol. Also, sorry if anyone is an Aggies fan, but fuck the Aggies. GO MEAN GREEN!

Alright y'all I know I've been MIA for the last few days. Here's the deal... I have been dealing with a really, really bad case of OCD. I have this thing were I get obsessive thoughts that just won't go away. It has been distracting from my writing to the point where I actually wanted to quit writing in general. Anyway, I realized that this week is the anniversary of something really fucking bad, and I finally just wrote about what happened. I feel good.

I have also had a flare up of my autoimmune. My autoimmune makes my joints swell and my fingers stop working. It's super hard to write without your hands XD um and lastly, I got a new job! So, exciting stuff for me! But I am doing so much better!!