One has to be careful about wanting to win. It can consume you. When a rivalry is born, it can can invade a person’s life, making its presence known. If that same rivalry has the same outcome over and over, it becomes less like an invasion and more like a hostile takeover.
The beating heart of my story is this: My whole life I didn’t know that Chatham was the devil hiding behind a big mask. We have lost against Chatham every single year we have played them. Not just every other year like a back and forth thing, it’s EVERY SINGLE YEAR. But this year, we have prepared for this game for weeks on end. There will be blood.
The sun was setting with a bright and beautiful orange glow that looked like our helmets. It was a cool Monday afternoon, a perfect day to play football. I was feeling more energetic than usual. I think it was because before the game our whole bus was jamming out and getting pumped. We were playing at Chatham, their home field. You can’t get beat when playing at home, it just feels that must worse to lose in your hometown with everybody watching, paying close attention to every move you make.
I have to admit, I was nervous. We were playing our biggest rival and our team has never beaten them in football. I was talking to my coach, Coach Smith, and I could tell that he was nervous even if he didn’t say anything. When we got off …show more content…
Everybody and I mean everybody was hyped to where we were getting a little too loud. Coach Smith didn’t necessarily yell at us, but he just told us to quiet down. But knowing us, we did the total opposite. A couple of my friends and I were playing the game “What are the Odds.” It’s a game where you dare somebody to do something and you both say a number at the same time and if you both say the same number then you have to do the dare. Every Time when somebody said the same numbers, we all jumped out of our seats acting like Kindergarteners on a jungle
The beating heart of my story is this: My whole life I didn’t know that Chatham was the devil hiding behind a big mask. We have lost against Chatham every single year we have played them. Not just every other year like a back and forth thing, it’s EVERY SINGLE YEAR. But this year, we have prepared for this game for weeks on end. There will be blood.
The sun was setting with a bright and beautiful orange glow that looked like our helmets. It was a cool Monday afternoon, a perfect day to play football. I was feeling more energetic than usual. I think it was because before the game our whole bus was jamming out and getting pumped. We were playing at Chatham, their home field. You can’t get beat when playing at home, it just feels that must worse to lose in your hometown with everybody watching, paying close attention to every move you make.
I have to admit, I was nervous. We were playing our biggest rival and our team has never beaten them in football. I was talking to my coach, Coach Smith, and I could tell that he was nervous even if he didn’t say anything. When we got off …show more content…
Everybody and I mean everybody was hyped to where we were getting a little too loud. Coach Smith didn’t necessarily yell at us, but he just told us to quiet down. But knowing us, we did the total opposite. A couple of my friends and I were playing the game “What are the Odds.” It’s a game where you dare somebody to do something and you both say a number at the same time and if you both say the same number then you have to do the dare. Every Time when somebody said the same numbers, we all jumped out of our seats acting like Kindergarteners on a jungle