The Field

Every time I took the field, I never thought that it would be the last time. I never took the time to appreciate the smell of the freshly washed jerseys, the newly painted field, being surrounded guys that I've known since I was a young boy. All of these things I took for granted. With an almost undefeated season, I treated the last game just like any other. It wasn't until the 4th quarter that I realized the importance of every moment that I had in this game of football. The importance of my teammates who were basically family at this point, my coaches who were now father figures, the support of my school. Grateful, but a bit disappointed, can describe how I felt in that moment. Disappointed in myself for not realizing the significance of every moment up until now. As the last game ended with a loss, I made it a point to value every moment, every opportunity, and every person around me, because without them, where would I be? Who would I be?

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