In the sh-t

The ground is wet with mud, sweat, and blood. The breath of everyone around you comes out so thick it clouds your vision. It's so cold, the football may as well be made of concrete, but your hands don't shake now. This isn't just for you or your team. This isn't just for the coaches and your school. This is for everyone out there, huddled together in the stands. It may be a small crowd compared to the throngs at a professional stadium, but make no doubt about it, everyone in a twenty mile radius is here tonite, watching you at this very moment. For some it's just a game. For you, at this one moment, it's everything.