A New Outlook
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Submitted by mustang58 on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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A New Outlook
I've never been the most confident guy around by anyone's definition. Sure, I'd achieved things, but I often wrote them off as luck or nothing special. So it was no surprise when sudden uneasiness and fear filled me as I stepped onto the practice field for the first time. In a flash, all the reasons for deciding to try out for the football team vanished, followed swiftly by the evaporation of my resolve. Sweat poured from within the confines of my helmet. Everybody out there was so big! They already wore full pads and joked and made small talk, completely at ease with one another. I would stand no chance in making the team with these behemoths, and would be lucky to even escape practice unscathed. Why, oh, why did I ever want to do this?
I stood there contemplating how I'd be destroyed by these beasts, who must be salivating at the prospect of a chubby little fourteen-year-old, with delusions of gridiron glory, when I heard a shout. The sight that befell my eyes inspired such unadulterated joy that I had to fight to hold back a huge grin and a gleeful chuckle. Dozens of chubby, scrawny, short, lanky, or otherwise unfit physiques for football, clad in the same uniform of blue shorts, white shirt, and ill-fitting helmet as I milled around. The man called again, and this time I figured that he must be a coach. I hustled over, embarrassed to have drawn the attention of the entire team. "What, do you think you're going for varsity here, boy?" the coach said. I had been staring at the varsity squad the entire time! What a dunce! As we began to stretch, my discomfort faded. By the time we had finished the first drill, I felt right at home.
After a few weeks of practice, I knew everybody on the team, and had bonded excellently with my fellow linemen. I even managed to get to know a few of the behemoths that had terrified me so on my first day. My confidence leapt up every time I survived another cut, and reached the...
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