Hear the thundering chatter boil up in the stands
Hear the dull beat of your heart as all noise seems to fall away
Feel the shaking of your hand as you get called up as starter, even though you’ve done it a million times
Feel the familiar leather ball sit perfectly cupped in your hand
Don’t hear the thunderous round of boos all trying to distract you
Don’t feel the butterflies rising in your chest as all eyes sit on you
See the open hole, see it and take it, watch your opponent miss it
See your family in the crowd, waving wildly. See the coach on the sidelines, motioning the next play
Smell that hard earned perspiration fill the gym with its aroma
Smell that sweet smell of victory
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