I went to practice this morning.
I had totally forgotten how much I missed football. But pulling the old pads out, strapping them on, pants, helmet, cleats… It smelled like football, all sweat-soaked and beaten with dirt and grass and turf. What a wondrous feeling! The first drill of the game, the burst, immediate collision, digging of metal cleats into the ground, scraping for leverage with grunts through gritted mouth guards. So lovely.
