The Quest for the Championship
Put Me in Coach!
8:30 at night. Practicing under the lights. The winner of Saturday’s game plays in the State Championship.
I remember vividly the day three years ago that “my baby” walked in the kitchen with his dad and announced — with such excitement: We got me signed up for tackle football.
I looked at my little will-o-the-wisp boy, and tried to share his enthusiasm. I glared at his father.
Now I’m busy studying Football for Dummies, and he’s turned into the Dude and worries about making weight.
Tonight, I went to pick him up and they were still practicing, late into the night. Coach Bell was drinking a Coke. As I stepped onto the field, heard the crunch of the pads, the surreal glow of the lights with the generator hum in the background, I felt a palpable thrill of excitement.
The state championship. In our sights.
Last year, this same team was undefeated in the regular season. Had not even been scored against. We lost in the playoffs by one touchdown.
Any Given Sunday — Any team can win. Or lose.
You can see it in the coachs’ eyes; their taut intensity: not going to happen this year.
“You just play this next game. Let us worry about the one after that.”
The Equipment Manager