The roar of fans echoes in the background
The rain makes the field disfigured
Everything becomes silent and everything becomes very slow
Determination runs through the muddy faces of my teammates
And the palpable fear radiates from the coaches and the fans
And other teammates

The screech of the whistle alerts me
My muscles could only take one more play
The center hikes the ball
I spot the enemy on the battle line
Mud whipped my face as cleats kicked it up
I see my enemy called the quarterback in my sight
And I push my aching body to reach my goal