Football is Athletic Tape
“Name?” Coach Peak asked. “Shawn Humphrey.” “How do you spell that?” “S…” “No, your last name.” “H-U-M-P-H-R-E-Y” “Number?” “32.” Coach...
“Name?” Coach Peak asked. “Shawn Humphrey.” “How do you spell that?” “S…” “No, your last name.” “H-U-M-P-H-R-E-Y” “Number?” “32.” Coach...
“Get a sip,” I say. The boys run off to the water stations. I stand alone. On the turf. In...
With disappointment filling his narrowing eyes, Coach locked his eyes on mine. I tried to maintain eye contact. But his...
It’s halftime. Columns of players stream into the weight room, each of them dealing with the intensity of the game...
I was adamant. It had to happen. Even if it was only for thirty-six-hours. We had to make the nine-hour...
