My Luck With Football

I spent grades three and four in anticipation of being on the junior public school football team. I knew all the CFL players at the time. I even had posters of some of them. I would watch the Grade 5 team practice and knew I would be an awesome player because I was fast and I could read plays of the opposing team. Whether we were playing at recess or what I watched on TV, I knew what was going to happen.

Near the end of grade four, I still recall looking out the classroom window onto the football field as the boys practiced for an upcoming game. All of a sudden, there was a mass rush to the centre field! Then I watched as the phys ed teacher pointed to the school and one of the boys dashed towards us. He pounded down the hall, past our class door and around the corner to the principal’s office.

A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived. One of the boys had broken his leg. The school board decided no more football team. Depression sets in.

Until I realize that the senior public school has a great team. I practiced hard for the next two years. My friends said that I had Spider Man hands as I could grab the ball with barely a couple of fingers. I was very skinny but fast.

I followed the grade 8 team and shared their successes and, occasional, failures. Then, during a practice, as I was about to finish grade 7, someone on the team broke a leg. No more football when I'm in grade 8.

Okay, high school has a superb football team. Near the end of my grade 8 guess what happens? Someone broks a leg. So no football for me for my duration of high school. Well, by now you’d think that I'm totally jinxed (or karma says I'm not to participate).

I go off to university. First year I live on campus where they have a touch football league. GREATTTTTT! My first game I'm incredible as a receiver! But on defense the QB told me watch a guy that kept getting him. Next play I stop him. And break his leg! And this was only touch football!