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Zac Christian
English 1010
29 May 2011

Tight Rip 88 Power Left
“Plain City rocks!” ” Plain City rocks!” were the chants in Romney Stadium in Logan on that brisk October morning. It was the Wasatch Front Football League mini bowl championship game. It was the biggest game in my little league football career. Our opponent was the five year undefeated South Ogden Jets peewee team. To remain undefeated for five years is an amazing feat especially in the little league football world. My team had high hopes; this was our chance to take the down this undefeated team. I began playing football when I was eight years old. From the moment, I first stepped on the field for practice I knew that I loved this game. I was a little four-foot-nothing kid tackling, blocking, and learning plays all while barely being able to see out of my helmet let alone over the other players. I was always the smallest player on the team and everyone called me “squirt.” What I didn’t have in size I made up for with my speed, determination and heart. Even though I was the smallest player on the team I was quick and strong enough to play quarterback on offense and cornerback on defense. Being the fastest player on the team, I could outrun every player at practice, run seventy five plays, and still be able to go home after practice and play more football. I dreamed of playing in the mini bowl for the five years that I had played football. Now after years of practice, learning and memorizing at least 100 plays, and having the best coaches ever, we finally made it. We were the mighty Plain City Silverwolves and we were in the 2006 WFFL Mini Bowl Championship. My team knew that we were up to the challenge. We knew that in order to beat the South Ogden Jets we had to be on our “A” game, with zero missed plays and total concentration. After winning the coin toss we chose to receive the kickoff. Since I was the kick returner I lined up close to the end zone. The referee blew his whistle and...
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