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The smell of fresh cut grass in the humid late August heat did little to cover the stench of teenage males battling each other over inches in a game that none but the combatants cared about. Lucky for me I’m allergic to fresh cut grass so my bloody nose, cut that stench with a metallic sweetness. A sweetness that always awakened a part of my soul that was only legal to unleash between the sidelines on game day. They broke their huddle.Sauntering up to my line of scrimmage they settled in to their formation. Squatting down, I ease in to my three point stance, left foot slightly farther back.... (more)
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