- Posted January 30, 2009 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
My Worst Football Game
This picture was taken Friday October 12, 1978 on the worst day of my life. I played inside Linebacker for my High School Football team. Before the game, we had individual team player pictures taken. Right after the photo session, we played one of the toughest teams in our district - and Won!
But, it ended with a tragedy. My best friend and I played defense together. It was third quarter, 2nd down and 12 with the opposing team in possession of the ball. The ball was snapped, they ran a draw play up the middle to their fullback, and The player literally ran right to me where I made the tackle. I received assistance from our Defensive End, and the play ended with a pile up. On the way down, I landed on my friend's right arm and broke it. I felt it snap through my pads.
I was shocked. I mean, here I was standing over him, watching him scream and I couldn't do nothing about it. I tried to comfort him, but my coach called me to the sideline while the medical team carried him to the hospital.
We finished the Football game with a victory. It was a tough win. But, that night after the game, I experienced a feeling I'd like to forget. I remember walking into the hospital room to visit with my friend, along with the rest of the team. We were only allowed a few minutes with him. After everyone left he asked me if I could stay a little longer to talk. I gladly accepted his request.
He told me that he didn't have any hard feelings for what happened out there on the field. He said, "that's Football, it could've happened to anybody." In fact, he made me promise to keep on making great plays while he recovered. And that I did. I played my heart out for the rest of the season without one of our best players.
Today we are still best of friends, however, I wish for a Day do-Over!