And so after all the sacrifices, it's all over now.
Everything I've done can now be thought of as worthless. the things I've given up, the strain that it has put on me and those around me, and only one win and a couple of minutes of playing time, not even a pass. Now all I have to look forward to is getting my shoulder cut up wednessday and two months of recovery before I can do anything active. Luckily it's during winter so I won't be exluded from much.
Weather outside looks like hell; fits pretty well for me.
If you think I wasted all my time with this whole persuit of football you're wrong, I'm in the best sape of my life and have formed bonds with good people, the kind that you can't make without going through hell with them.
My life is definitely in dissarray right now, something that a person like me isn't used to or particularly likes. I've got nobody to support me, a shoulder to cry on or just somebody to listen. I'm glad the emotion from friday has tapered off or else I'd probaly be in tears again, it was just a terrible feeling in the endzone after the game ended, walking around hugging my fellow seniors on the team; most knowing this was their last official game, a disgrace at that. It was an expected end, but one you don't want to.
One of the things that came to mind friday around 11 when I finally got home, red eyed, was that I now have nothing to do. Football was something that took just about my whole day up, entire friday, and a part of saturday, the part I would need to kill anyways.
Snd so I sit here, back to the same state of activity I was in about two years ago, where I had nothing to do and nobody to spend quility time with, only difference now is that I have a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of going through something that only a handful of people in school can comprehend.
The fact that it's all over hit me hard for the last couple of days, subjecting me to random bouts of crying whenever I started thinking too much of it, which with the way things are going I didn't have much else to think about. there's still one aspect that hasn't hit me yet though, the fact that on Wednessday, for the first time since Sophmore year, I can leave right at 2:18. There's nothing stopping me from just leaving. The outlook is bleak for my state of sanity.
Take Care.
~Rocky
Weather outside looks like hell; fits pretty well for me.
If you think I wasted all my time with this whole persuit of football you're wrong, I'm in the best sape of my life and have formed bonds with good people, the kind that you can't make without going through hell with them.
My life is definitely in dissarray right now, something that a person like me isn't used to or particularly likes. I've got nobody to support me, a shoulder to cry on or just somebody to listen. I'm glad the emotion from friday has tapered off or else I'd probaly be in tears again, it was just a terrible feeling in the endzone after the game ended, walking around hugging my fellow seniors on the team; most knowing this was their last official game, a disgrace at that. It was an expected end, but one you don't want to.
One of the things that came to mind friday around 11 when I finally got home, red eyed, was that I now have nothing to do. Football was something that took just about my whole day up, entire friday, and a part of saturday, the part I would need to kill anyways.
Snd so I sit here, back to the same state of activity I was in about two years ago, where I had nothing to do and nobody to spend quility time with, only difference now is that I have a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of going through something that only a handful of people in school can comprehend.
The fact that it's all over hit me hard for the last couple of days, subjecting me to random bouts of crying whenever I started thinking too much of it, which with the way things are going I didn't have much else to think about. there's still one aspect that hasn't hit me yet though, the fact that on Wednessday, for the first time since Sophmore year, I can leave right at 2:18. There's nothing stopping me from just leaving. The outlook is bleak for my state of sanity.
Take Care.
~Rocky