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 hasnâ€™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 playerâ€™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 t
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"tms go!"Coach enters the locker room with a stern look on his face; I can tell he means business at this point. As our coach screams this out with a passion, inside, all of us can see the intensity build up so rapidly. The dew is brought about from dusk setting in the clear sky while clinging itself to the grass. Atmosphere, without it the game is nothing; with it the game is everything. To certain people it is a social event, but to the players who have the school"tms jersey on, it is pride and a way of life that no one would ever give up to sit in the stands and watch. After we break out of our locker room we go walking out onto the field as if no one can beat us. he straight non-emotional faces staring off in space thinking of nothing but the game. The halogen lights shinning from all four corners of the field and cheering crowds is the best part. At this time all my problems, girlfriend, and schoolwork mean nothing. We can hear the metal cleats of hitting the broken asphalt under the mud-clumped soles from the following practice. The field is calling our names, waiting for us to walk on it and put our life on the line for the love of the game. As I walk out with the green just cleaned jersey on that is ready to get all stained in the opponent"tms blood, I feel the crowd hollering, cheering, and screaming for us to beat them to a pulp. The players are silent, thinking of how we are going to play and focused on the one goal of coming back into the locker room hollering due to a "w" in the books.