Friday, May 27, 2011

My very last High School Football game

Austin, May 27th

Today we had our Spring Game. The whole football team, freshmen, JV and varsity was divided into two groups. The Black and the Red Squad.

So after school we went to the study hall where Coach Vincent hold a speech. I didn't know that he would talk, so I waited with Haley at the bus lane, until her bus came, so I was late.
After the speech we ate pizza and drunk Gatorade. I will miss that stuff in Germany, there we just have Powerade. Then we waited. After we put on our pads, we started hitting each other. We rather hurt our fingers than the guy we hit. One of my friends slipped with his fist on my shoulderpads and hit my hin the neck. That really did hurt. But I didn't say anything, so some of them were impressed that nothing can hurt me.
Then it was time to play. My last High School Football Game. We had rotations, but since I'm leaving pretty soon I the coaches did not put me in any rotation. Coach Rushing put me in the end of the second quarter in the game for a single play. It was 300 x-scissors. That's the exact same play we used when I got my first pass in the fall. The big difference, this time not the quarterback screwd up, but me. I caught it, but when I started running, the tight end who blocked the corner, was so far on my left, that I decided to run right. Big mistake. The play is so, that the tight end blocks the guy in fron of me and pushes him to the sideline. The inside receiver blocks an other guy to the middle of the field, and creates so a hole. Me idiot did not use the hole. So I got stopped after 6 yards. Still a good play, 6 yards is more than half of what we need for a 1st down. But I was planning on a touch down. But whatever, it's just a game, and we played against our own team. I had a lot of fun, although I had a little headache after I got blocked, I hit my head on the ground.
My team, the Red Squad, won 35 to 30. And on tuesday I will hopefully watch myself playing in a football game on video tape.

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