It’s Thanksgiving morning at about 7 o’clock and I am wide-awake. That night all I could think about was my last game as a senior at Andover High School. I tried to eat that morning but I couldn’t and all I could see was the Eagle Tribune saying how the Warriors were 12-point underdogs against Central Catholic. All I could think about was how I would walk off that football field at the end of the game and wondering how I would be feeling.
Wondering if I would be able to enjoy my Thanksgiving Day dinner at the end of the day. Wondering if this would be my last football game ever in my life. I am up in my room making sure I got all my clothes and equipment in my bag. It’s 7: 30 now and I am I walking out the door to which could be the beginning of the worst or best day of my life.
As I drive up to the school, I can see a couple of my teammates getting out of their car and walking inside to the locker room. I’m wondering if the same thing going through my head is going through theirs. I get out of my car and start walking towards the field house. I look to the side of the big Blue door and I see the sign that the school put up because of us football players.
“Don’t wear cleats inside field house”, and I can remember when it first went up and how many times I disobeyed that sign. I stood there looking at the sign and chuckled to myself and thinking about the past 3 years of football that I have played at this school. I walked into the field house, all the lights are off and all I can see is the light coming from the hall leading to my locker room. It seems like a long walk and I knew inside it was my last one from here to there to go get ready for a football game. I started walking to my locker room to go get ready for my last game against archrival Central Catholic. As I walked towards the varsity locker room I could see the gym lockers on my right and the showers to my left.
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I walked up to my coach’s office on my right and peaked in to say hi and I could see all the coaches making final changes to the defensive schemes and the offensive strategies. As I stood their talking to my head coach, a couple of senior football players walked by me trying to pump themselves up for the game. I stood their thinking about how they would play their last game as a senior and wondering if they were willing to go all out for the win. I head towards the varsity locker room door and I can see the picture of our emblem right above the door. It was a picture of a Bald Eagle standing with his chin held up high and his chest made known to those who stared upon him.
I reached up high and tapped the sign for good luck. I start to open the locker room door and I knew from here on its time to play some football and give it my all. I walk into the locker room and I can see all my teammates getting their uniform all ready. Everyone was standing in front of their locker either listening to the compact disc player or talking to themselves- it was as if everyone was in their own little world trying to pump themselves up for their last game of their high school career. I walked over to my locker and looked up and saw my name tag from football camp. I started to think about how this season started- from the first day of camp till the next 11 weeks in till my last game.
I opened my locker and reached up and grabbed my cd player. I start listening to my football mix that I made at the beginning of the season to start to pump my self up. I remember the first song that played was Ozzy Ozbourne’s “Crazy Train.” This song always gets me in the mood to play football whether it’s a practice, a scrimmage or a game, I always get in the state of mind that I need to be. I reach into my bag and pull out my gold spandex football pants and my white game jersey.
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I start to put my pads into my girdle and into my game pants. After I get all my pads all set to the side and ready to put on, I start to get myself ready to play some football. I take off my clothes and put on my spandex short, pulled up my navy football socks and started to strap up my knee brace. I put on my girdle and tied it up and made sure everything was in and secure.
I slid up my pants, tied the strings and tightened my belt. I knew I was ready to go out and play some football. I through on my cold weather under armor shirt and put on my old lucky cut up shirt over and headed out to the field house with my helmet, water and cleats in one hand and my jersey and shoulder pads in the other. I walked into the field house and sat down against the wall to listen to what my coach had to say about the offensive and defensive strategies and his last minute changes. As I sat there listening to the coach, I started to put on my cleats and strapped them up nice and tight and I started to do a light stretching while drinking my water. Before I knew it I was loading onto the bus to head on over to the Lawrence High School’s stadium to play our archrival Central Catholic.
When I was getting off the bus I could look over to the football field and see all the red jerseys warming for the game. Our special teams walked over to the field to gain our side of the field to warm up. We were out their for about 20 minutes before I saw the line of white and gold jerseys leading from the locker room to the field and from that point on I new everyone came to play. Our whole team was out on the field in our lines for stretching and everyone was counting in sink with one another nice and loud. You could hear us throughout the whole stadium and it sounded great. When we were done stretching, everyone ran to their pre-game groups and started to warm up for the start of the game.
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Our pre-game offense was executing the plays with excellence and the defense was running through the blitz schemes perfect. We looked like we had come to play that day and it felt great to. Everyone knew it was going to be a good game because you could look into everyone’s eyes see the gleam of happiness running through their veins. Next thing I can remember was the referee’s calling over our captains for the coin toss. We won the toss and we elected to receive the opening kick-off. Central decided to pick the side with the wind to help them kick the ball.
All I can remember was the first play of the game, watching the ball leave the kickers foot and spin in the air to our deep man’s hands. I can picture it now as if I was watching right now how I ran straight down the middle of the field into the end zone. With that first play of the game, the Andover Warriors go up 6 to 0 and from that point on all I can remember is that everyone on our team played their there heart’s out. Every down of every series you could see our players give it their all and execute every play as it was drawn up. Everyone just seemed to be clicking right in sink and it was like watching a masterpiece being created. That day, the Warriors walked away from that field feeling great about themselves in every possible way.
There were no regrets that game because we all knew we left everything out on that field and the score showed that. We entered that field as underdogs and walked away as the top dogs with the score being 24-12. That night I enjoyed every second of my Thanksgiving Day meal and it was by far the best feeling that I have ever felt.
