The sun comes up, the sun goes down, to some this Friday is an ordinary day, but to me it is the night for football. The feelings we athletes get from the atmosphere and the locker room are feelings one can only feel if he or she plays the game. These feeling surpass anything that anyone can ever feel in his or her life.
School is over time to go to the Bison Locker Room. It may smell like sweat that is five days old or clothing that hasn’t been washed for a year at a time. Playing the vicious game of football the smell becomes part of me. Once I walk into the locker room the stench hits me in the face, as does the decorations put up by the parents to give us some motivation to go out and beat our opponent and make them look like a rag doll. From the time I enter the locker room all I think about is the game. The room is silent and I am able to tell that all anyone is picturing is the game that is to come in about an hour.
The visualizations in the player’s head are so clear and precise from every play, every step, and every hit. Every player sees these visualizations before every game. This is what we, vicious football players, like to call game mode. As I sit in the locker room, I can just look around and see the straight non-emotional faces staring off in space thinking of nothing but the game. At this time all my problems, girlfriend, and schoolwork mean nothing. All I can think about is running over my opponent as if I were running over the newly poured asphalt with a steamroller. I just sit there stagnantly and wait for the coach to come in and say, “ It is game time boys, buckle it up and break it out, time to kill some people! Let’s go!”
Coach enters the locker room with a stern look on his face; I can tell he means business at this point. There is nothing on his mind except for coaching us to a victory. The only thing on our mind is bringing a victory home. As our coach screams this out with a p...