Most people wouldn't understand. The pain, the agony, the hard work, twice a day, six days a week, just for a few hours under the lights. All your troubles just fade away when you slip on the helmet and pads. The welts and bruises are nothing to cover up, they are part of your uniform, they are your war scars, your pride. The few hours under those lights mean everything to you, on that field, anything is possible, and your time, is now. It doesn't matter who you are or who you know out there, it is you and your brothers in arms. This game, is not a game for the weak hearted. This is a game of warriors.
August 7, 2012