The wheels on the bus went round and round all the way to Oberlin. The ten mile trip seemed to last forever. Whoosh, whoosh was the only sound that could be heard as the wheels ran through the rain puddles that were created earlier that day. It was dead silence; a pin could have been heard being dropped, we all knew what was about to happen. For each of us the game of football meant something different, but we all knew that in order to have bragging rights for the rest of the year we had to win this game.
At this point in the season no other game mattered to the Elton Indians more than a win against the tigers. We had been preparing for this game all season. We had already lost to them for the past 4 years and we refused to lose again. Our team had grown as a family and we refused to let anyone come and destroy that. We did not only want to win this game for us and our school but we also wanted to win this game for the Alumni of Elton High and the past football players that worked so hard every year to beat this team but somehow always fell short of their goal. It was also senior year for majority of our football and we all wanted to go out with a bang and be congratulated for finally defeating the Tigers.
When we pulled up to Oberlin High School the looks we got from their fans were awful, they were extremely rude and I would even say jealous because our team was glowing with confidence. We refused to be humiliated this year and I think they could tell that, but they still did not take us seriously because of our record in the previous season. We meet with their coaches, who kind of laughed in our face when we told them what we thought the outcome of the game would be. After meeting with them the whole team gathered in the field house for prayer before the game. We believed that if we couldn’t do it then God could.
Finally, it was game time. We walked onto the field with our heads held high and our pride shining. The strut in our walk should have said that...