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One damp night,

hands shaking,

stomach uneasy,

waiting for the referee to blow the whistle,

all warmed up,

ready to play,

wont let a ball go passed these hands,

ready position,

ball is coming towards me,

caught,

seconds later, punted out,

people cheering,

and to think,

that was only the 1st save of the game.

after about a dozen,

adrenilene kicking in,

hyper as ever,

but this maybe my last save of the night,

a person coming at me,

heart pumping,

ready as ever,

i get the ball,

everyone cheers,

but all of a sudden,

i get the hardest hit,

to my head,

that momment,

i was numb...couldnt feel anything,

or see anything,

my head felt like a sweeled up boulder,

everything was black,

then i open my eyed,

suddenly i felt the hundred tears that are on my face,

and before you know it,

i got up and played again,

with a minor concusion,

we ended up tiring that game,

but that night, i will never forget..

...ever.