We were getting ready for a show down against conference rival the Arnett-Mead Tigers. Coach was standing over us after every drill. After every missed tackle he began to ask us to search deep in our soul as to whether or not we wanted victory.
He was looking to motivate us. He wanted us to challenge ourselves in order to prove that we had it within ourselves to defeat our rivals in battle on gridiron. After every whistle he bated our egos.
“Are we not clear that in five days a group of men are gonna be comin down here to try and destroy you? Is that not… is that not clear?”
“These same men are gonna be comin down here and they are gonna use everything they have to hurt you.”
“They’re gonna attempt to do this in front of your mothers, in front of your fathers, in front of you brothers, in front of your sisters.”
Despite every question of our abilities and desire on the coaches part we could feel our confidence growing. There was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks were those fucking pussies from Arnett-Mead going to beat us. Friday night, come H-E-double hockey sticks or high water we were not going to lose to those no good bastard sons of mongrel dogs.
Fast forward – it is half time and the score board is reflecting the domination being dispensed at the hands of our opponents. Despite all of the hard work we had put in as a team our efforts thus far on the field have been less than spectacular. Despite coaches warnings earlier in the week we did not head his words as the Tigers had, thus far, come to destroy us and after two quarters of play they were doing their best to defeat us soundly with the score marked at 17-0 for the bad guys.