In the dark night sky these lights are seen from all-around the city. They beam down on the field with the fans, the scouts, and the players. The cool fall night has everyone in a sweatshirt, and wrapped up in a blanket. Players and fans howling out chants, screaming for their team, anything they can do to distract the other team. These are the nights that we remember, those Friday night-lights; I will never take them for granted. Offensive linemen are the first to get yelled at and last to get recognized. When a lineman misses a block he gets yelled at and when he does it right no one says a word. We know we are important but it doesn’t feel like it. Even though we get yelled at, miss blocks, and make blocks, we take in every moment in because
