Tag's Blog

The whistle blows. Everyone instantly reacts in unison to start yet another day. All things are timed to perfection. 1,2,3,1...1,2,3,2...1,2,3,3...1,2,3,4...1,2,3,5 is the count that fills the air. The thunderous sound of popping and crunching echoes across the field. It is a grind, a daily grind of toughness, intensity, and focus. Plays are called in the huddles on the offensive and defensive sides of the ball. Linebackers shout audibles and formations to everyone, the ball is snapped, the hits occur for a brief 3-5 seconds. Then it is back to the huddle once again for the scout team offense and first string defense. As time passes, the roles eventually reverse. The first string offense lines up against the first string defense; however, my role as an offensive lineman does not change. For the entire practice my role does not change. I am the weak-side offensive tackle. A position on the offensive line, and like all positions on the offensive line, the day is a gridiron grind. For the past two weeks the lower back has experienced an extreme constant pain. However, on Friday night, Glory hangs in the balance. A trip to the Georgia Dome, an experience of a lifetime, and an extension of perfection define this glory. However, Victory is what must be achieved in order to gain such rewards. Summer workouts, football camp, practice, season games, and the study of films have all brought my team to this point. We have won 12 games in all. We NEED 13...