whatcha ona bout girl??

whatcha ona bout girl??
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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Tank, some pigskin and reelin in the years


Dude…I am…like….sooo good. Running the ball is a BREEZE!!. Im untouchable. For real. Im 8 years old. I just dusted Mike Wolfe….cool dude.
Tackle football is the measure of a man and I am …….the masta.. Did I just out run Stephon Burrell? Dude….I am THE …..pigskin God. Enter 7nth grade. Flag football championship….Gym class….junior high. “Put three people on Logan” “someones GOT to stop him!!!” Im a puffed up struttin peacock and with out a doubt the toughest 70 pounder in the free world…....…maybe further. ..... Did Sabrina see that??? Did she??? “HEY SABRINA!!!!” “DID YOU SEE THAT!!!?” I cant take credit here.

Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something
That you think is gonna last

Then came high school….. To make it short I didn’t play football until senior year. By then I was outgrown and under experienced. Glory days?? ….Not today…..
I was a scrub. I wasn’t even a good scrub. Scrubs got called in every once in a while. So were running onto the field at the beginning of the game. The team is a live hive of unbridled angry brethren …....…sworn to kill anyone with a maroon and orange jersey. Play dirty, kill if you can, and never, ever stop.... We bust through the banner like warriors……and then…...... I trip……………………….the ENTIRE team runs over me….. ……..Someone saw me laying under the goalpost. A couple of guys carried me back to the locker room. Bandaged me up and gave me some crutches. I hobbled back to the field to enjoy watching everyone I knew cheer for “tank”. The guy that was living my dream while I sat with the towel boys who flipped me nonstop during the game. Good times...Good times.

Are you reelin in the years
Stowin away the time
Are you gatherin up the tears
Have you had enough of mine

So when I got a chance to play semipro football….. I said ….yeah…I wanna play. I may have a bad memory of that year but nothing and I mean nothing will stop that boy from living again. I have new memories to make. Dude…You don’t see Sabrina around anywhere…..do ya?

10 comments:

Violet said...

I bet Sabrina did see the face plant, huh?

heh heh heh...

f1trey said...

hehehe NNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Miss Angie said...

LOL! Well written!

f1trey said...

@Ang- I appreciate that!!!!! Im not much of a writer I just like talking about myself!!! heheheheh Peace!

Kimberly said...

High hopes for sucha young buck. How old are we in 5th grade? 9 or 10? The world sure looks different at 10 years old than now or at least it did for me. Everything was bigger, better & yes, we all had those things, what did you call them? DREAMS.

Kimberly said...

Oh shit...I posted a comment on the wrong post! What an idiot.

f1trey said...

Kimberly- Dont worry I like tequila too....you should try testosterone poisioning....thatl mess you up ...bad... hehehe

Kimberly said...

*slap*

ViolentLove said...

Awww, I LOVE this!

f1trey said...

@ ViolentLove- Im telling you... its hard to keep up with Robyns work!!! It was a good thing wrestling season was next......I needed a boost!!