A fans point of view
William Penn University
One one thousand. The stands are filled with men, women, and children waving their hands and homemade signs. The cheers from the crowd make it hard for me to hear the game. I smell the aroma of hot dogs, popcorn, and pizza being sold at the concession stand as it starts to make me hungry. Halftime has ended and the marching band has just left the field with the tuba player’s last note still ringing in my ear. In the fourth quarter with my school leading by five the scoreboard shows six seconds. The coach yells, “It’s time to go” as I witness 11 players run onto the field to go to war for the last time of the season. Two one thousand, three one thousand. Their quarterback quickly shouts out a play. I think to myself “can we do it?” My thoughts quickly turn back to the game as I look up just in time to see two hundred and fifty pounds of blue and white running toward the in zone. “No, no” the crowd starts to shout, and out of nowhere, our team’s defensive player comes out to make the tackle causing the fumble we needed to win. Excitement runs through my blood as I witnessed it all happen. A tackle to the lower body caused the running back legs to buckle as he flips in midair losing the ball. “And there’s a loose ball on the field” the commentator screams to the top of his lungs. “On the 50, to the 40, the 30, 20, 10, Touchdown! The crowd jumps up screaming so loud that I went deaf for a brief moment. “They did it, the Thurgood Marshall buffalos has won the championship.” Everyone in the stands runs on the field to give each player a congratulatory hoorah for their great play on the field, and I standing on spot with a smile on my face as I watched my brother get lifted off his feet for being the hero of the game.