
It's Friday once again and we are mere hours away from another episode of FNL. It's going to be a long day of waiting in anticipation. Reminds me of when I used to have a game on a weekday in H.S. You had to sit through a whole day of classes before that opening whistle. I'd be sitting there in my game jersey, blatantly defying the dress code but showing my team spirit, knee bouncing up and down, eyes glued to the clock, each passing minute feeling like an eternity. As soon as the last class ended you bolted right for the locker room. Opening the door you were greeted by that familiar musty smell of sweat and dried mud. Someone would throw on some music and the atmosphere would begin to reach a fever pitch as we subbed out our dress shoes for cleats. That first whiff of fresh cut grass was like a drug when you breathed it in and when the ref blew that first whistle everything just faded away and instincts took over.
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