Today, middle school football practice started. My little cousin Austin is going to be a manager. And she was freaking out. I remember the first day of practice my 7th grade year, i was scared too and i had no idea what to do. Once i got the hang of things, i LOVED it. Except for sweating my butt off when it was still hot. It was worth every second. I would re-live that season if i could. All the blood, sweat and tears that came with it. It made me appreciate athletes, especially the football boys so much. That's why i get so mad when people say that football players are all assholes. Especially people that don't know a single one of them. I loved almost everyone on that team that year. Yeah, some guys were rude, and pervs. But, there was only a few. That year i became more confident and talked to guys, and had lots of guy friends. I miss it so freaking much. I'm probably going to be a manager next year, but i don't know. Anyways, my point to this post is, that one little decision started my love for football, and made me more confident. So, i hope Austin can come out of this season with the same experience. :)
-Kimberlee.
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