We play John’s Hopkins in the next game.
There is nothing else that really needs to be said…
They kept us out of the play-offs last year. They are a mile down Charles street from us. Our offensive cooridinator from last year is theirs now. They know everything about us, and we know everything about them. The rivalry gets no bigger than this.
It is supposed to be 70 degrees and sunny on Saturday afternoon.
I mean honestly… what else have I played for? What else have I trained for? If it is not for just this sort of game, then I don’t know what its for. This game has been in my mind and on my heart for a full year. This game last year changed me…
To make good on this promise to myself…
If it happens it happens, if not then thats part of life…
But to win this game. To win this game and to play my best. To play for my teammates and for Linda Woodall and to win this game. Hope upon hope.
No matter what though, it has been, will be, will be remembered as, and is going to be very very tomorrow…
Fun
So now I sleep with a grin on my face and a stick by my side (yea I sleep with my stick before a game…say somethin!!) dreaming about a game I have dreamed to play in. Here is my peace.
So to use a quote from my homeboy Milton that I feel speaks truth….
“Not to irkesome toil, but for delight He made us”
goodnight
