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Friday Night Lights in a Small Town
Nothing Less than Extraordinary
Friday Night Lights in Small Town Friendly is nothing less than extraordinary. The sight of a packed high school stadium; sounds of cheering fans, cowbells ringing and drum beats from competing bands. The smell of freshly buttered popcorn, grilled to perfection hamburgers and hotdogs permeate throughout the quintessential American scene.
High-powered halogen lights illuminate the night and light up the field of play. Fresh manicured grass, perfectly chalked out lines with goal posts at corresponding ends, makes for a true patriotic pastime. Football for most of the world means soccer however American football is uniquely our own.
Playing quarterback and free safety for my beloved Central High is an honor I had waited to achieve since the promise I made to my tear stained reflection as a 12-year-old when my Paw Paw died. The promise: be the best football and basketball player Small Town Friendly had ever seen.
Last year, as a defensive back, I could act like a rabid dog, a wild animal, before the game and right before we took the field. Amp’d up ready to taste my own and the blood of my enemy. However, as a starting QB, you needed to remain calm and collected. You are tasked with so many responsibilities it requires a more silent, focused aggression.
