I miss football so much. The season has been over for a long time now, and I still reminisce about all of the fun things I experienced on the team. Although it was not always fun, I wouldn’t trade my experience for the world. We used to practice from three o’clock to at least nine at night. Running drills and plays until we knew our blocking assignment and everyone else’s, just in case they forgot; which they never did. During the summer we would have two-a-days, causing many players to have heat-related injuries. I can remember regurgitating at almost every morning practice. It was always so hot during the mornings. The night practices were our only solace, apart from the twenty second water breaks and concussions brought on by the bone crushing hits of Shahid Bundy and Raymond Holiday.
There is something about sweating and hitting that bonds a player to another that no one else can understand. There were many instances where we would pick up for each other. One in particular, I fractured a rib and had a concussion because of an interception that I tried to rectify on the behalf of my quarterback. There was just something about the team that I couldn’t let them down. They were my family, and I will love them forever. Many of us still stay in touch, but we all have changed. One thing that hasn’t changed was our love for the game and for the team.
By Paul Maiellano
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