Midget Football

The warm breeze of the summer air rushed against my face. The ball in mid air my feet already taking their steps back. Now with the ball in hand I quickly reposition myself to throw, just as quickly the sound of feet trembles though out my head. Quickly I begin to through the ball. Ten yards, twenty yards, nearly thirty yards, the ball was intercepted. Anger forces me to make a dash, I drive myself though the defense and make the sack. Now with the ball almost hitting the ground; I reach for it. Barely catching it with one hand I quickly realize that my body was and still is crushing the poor fellow under me. I stand up, glance down at him and quickly begin to run in the opposite direction. I can’t help but to think that what I did had been wrong but I had to go for the touchdown. I quickly pass the forty yard line, then the thirty, twenty, ten, five, one… right then the moment of truth. Less than a few feet away my legs begin to feel as if they were flying, as did my body and the rest of me. As it turned out a bystander had tackled me at the one yard line. Although this was an extraordinary tackle my body goes flying into five yard line. I smile appears upon my face as this “midget” if you will, had just tackle my heavy 172 pounds of muscle, fat, and excitement. I begin to laugh as my body crashes to the Earth. Just the thought of this little person sacking me had made even my funny bone begin to hurt. I had assumed it was just a person from the school only about a quarter mile away. I was wrong. The kid I had sacked turned out to be this guy’s son. My smile gets even bigger I lay on the rough grass and dirt as a little trickle of blood comes from my nose. Quickly everyone attempts to get the person off of me. No one was able to. Once I realize that this actually hurts I set the football down and begin to lift the man of my chest. My arms almost perfectly straight, I toss the man to the opposite side of the football. I glance to see that the man is barely half of me. I laugh even harder as the man gets up and tries to apologize. I extend my arm letting him now that all he has to do is pull me for me to except his apology. At first he had struggled to lift me up but eventually his son and a few friends had joined. I quickly balance myself helping them pull me up. Once up my hand still holding the bystanders I throw him to the ground and begin to laugh even louder than before. I fall to the ground laughing at the fact that this person had just tackled me at the one yard line. =3