Friday Night Lights

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The sun beating down on my neck, I stand in the end zone looking at the perfectly manicured field, the drops of dew on the freshly watered grass that glimmer like crystals, and the orange flags on top of the neon yellow goal posts flap in the wind. Soaking it all in, I look at the empty seats that will soon be filled with people expecting to see me do everything I can to help this team win. Twenty-point predicted underdogs; I think about the task at hand. It’s gonna be easy. I can envision it; I’m gonna be on SportsCenter tomorrow: “High school quarterback has NFL-type game.” Who am I fooling? I’m an undersized seventeen year old quarterback, playing on a mediocre Lake Brantley High School team, trying to play Henderson High. The Henderson High. Six time consecutive state champs Henderson High. We’ve lost the past three years in a row to them; not just lost, we’ve been massacred. It wasn’t even close. It’s never been close; why should this year be any different? I can’t think this way. I’ve gotta have faith. We’re gonna win... I hope. We were defeated. The game hadn’t even begun but I could see the look of defeat in my teammate’s eyes. Noticing it as well, Coach Johnson huddled us up. “Guys, we can do this,” he said. “What’s the one thing we have that they don’t?” Looking around at each other, we were dumbfounded. The Henderson High Eagles had everything. They had the most experienced coaches, the biggest and fastest players, and the most passionate fans, what were they missing? “Heart,” said coach. With that, Coach Johnson pushed us out to the coin toss to start the game. What coach just said was pointless in my mind. I mean, he’s been here for eight years and has never had a winning season. He’s just an old guy with a passion ... ... middle of paper ... ...he locker room just sitting. We realized that the score isn’t what mattered. What mattered was the lesson we had just learned from this game. Nothing is impossible. We were supposed to lose and we knew we were going to lose before the game even started. But after a series of fortunate, maybe even lucky events, we knew the obstacle at hand wasn’t insurmountable. We found a way to win and we learned a life lesson doing that. Opening my eyes, I rolled out of bed and headed for work. A fifty-three year old executive for Microsoft, I filed for divorce twenty-one years ago. I lost my house to foreclosure and my wife shortly there after. I have look at my life lesson that occurred on the football field thirty-six years ago as the event that changed me. I have dreams about the event at least twice a week, not willing to forget the events and obstacles who shaped my life.

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