Have you ever been in a place just for that one particular moment as the world’s moving and everything else is taking place, but the only thing you can think about is your place in the moment? “It’s football time in Bell County” Say’s the announcer. As the sound bounces off the mountain and comes back once again to please the ears of the Crowd, hollering and yelling to give support for their home football team the Bell County Bobcats. For me there is nothing that beat’s being under the lights on a Friday night on Log Mountain.
The feeling of your hands shaking and you cannot get them to stop so you start doing other things. I looked down and seen my hands and rubbed them together trying to make them dry. Although they felt as if I just got done washing my hands and dint get enough paper towels to dry them completely. I feel on the side of my slick helmet to feel for the circular square peace for my chin strap. The smooth soft leather of my chin strap as I pull it tight and pop the pieces into place feeling the vibration all through my whole helmet.
Sounds of a game night are something you can only try to describe. The coach pushes his hand on the door and it open’s a loud pop as if a firecracker went off comes as it slams into the wall. You hear the music playing “you’ve been thunderstruck”. As you begin to walk you can hear the sound of cleats hitting the pavement in front and behind you echoing through the hallway. Walking closer to the door you hear the nose slowly start to get louder from the music and from the fans waiting on their team to come out of the locker room.
Standing at the door and seeing the sights of what is prepared just for that one night. Looking to the right as you see the flags pure blue with white letter’s BC flapping with the wind. Looking at the place that once was an empty place with nothing but rolls of seats, now packed with blue and white shirts and cow bells and palm palms. Looking at the back of the endzone seeing the big...