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It was a cold September night, the lights were shining and the crowd was cheering. The ball was snapped, next thing I knew, I had a broken arm. That’s how my senior season at West Haven High ended. My football team was ranked number one in the state. Everything was going great, I was the starting fullback on offense and on defense I was the starting middle linebacker. The third game of the season we were playing a rival team. They were the Hamden Green Dragons. They had gold pants and white jerseys. The numbers were green and bordered with gold trim, and their helmets were gold. We had brand new uniforms that season. Our socks, pants, jerseys, and facemasks were all blue with the numbers being white and our helmets were silver. I remember every detail of that evening like it happened yesterday. I was feeling very confident and wanted some repayment from the loss we had to Shelton the week before. We all walked onto the field and ran through a sign that the cheerleaders held that said, “Go Westies”. The band was playing in the background and the whole crowd rose to their feet. All my teammates huddled around our bench slapping helmets and jumping around. Right about then my adrenaline is flowing in a way that can’t be put into words. My nerves made butterflies in my stomach and every second that passed I felt closer to vomiting. Shortly after our captains went out for the coin toss the band played the national anthem. It was finally time for kickoff. Every emotion I could possibly have was at its peak.
Approximate Word count = 1064
Approximate Pages = 4.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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