It was a bright and sunny morning as the local junior league football
teams got out onto the field. The grass was as green as the leaves on the trees
and as luscious and soft as a pillow. Today was the opening game of the season
for these teams and they were all looking forward to getting a chance to win
game, win trophies and make it to the playoffs and eventually win the
championship. There were hundreds of young kids out of the fields warming up,
but one in particular, who was not.Billy
Smith, who with his short blonde hair, crazy green eyes and freckled face, was
sitting off under a tree off to the side of the fields. Billy had been a soccer
player his entire life, and thus had very little grasp, if not interest in the
playing of football. Sadly, since moving to this part of the country, there
were no major soccer leagues for him to play in, and he was forced to either
play football, baseball (which he doubly hated) or do nothing, and he couldn’t
just do nothing when he loved sports so much.
His parents had
always been so supportive of all of Billy’s sports endeavours, and really loved
coming out to the games to watch Billy play. They had already bought him all of
the proper equipment and paid the fees for him to play at least one season, so
he had to play, and he figured he might as well at least give it a try.
Billy got up from where he was sitting and joined his
team on the field for the practise. His team was called the Bears. The Bears
had always been a losing team, the same player kept coming back, year after
year, and they still kept missing the playoffs by a small margin every single
time. He hoped that this year, they could be a successful team. The coach of
the team was a grizzled, older man who was always apparently known for working
his team hard, and harder when they lost games.
Today, was the first game of the season for the Bears.
They were playing against their rivals the Flames. The Flames were often
playoff contenders, and were known for several years, going deep into the
playoffs, due to their amazing passing game, blitz plays and running game. The
first few quarters of play went just as they knew where going to happen, the
Flames got out to an early 7-0 lead on the first drive of the game, and by half
they were already up 35-7. The Bears were getting blown out.
Billy was a wide receiver, meaning that it was up to
Billy to catch the balls thrown at him by the Quarter Back (QB). Billy, having
played soccer all of his life, had no ability to catch the ball whatsoever and
kept dropping the ball when it was thrown to him in the first half, so much so,
that the QB never threw to him again in that game.
It was basically that way for Billy all of the season,
even though his team won a fair amount of their games, he could still not catch
a ball. His team won 7 out of their 15 games played, and with a 7-8 record,
they were one win away from possibly making the playoffs, or one loss away from
being knocked out of the running again.
Well, just like in the first game of the season, they
were playing the Flames, and the Flames had been having a disappointing season.
They were also 7-8 and if they won, they would go to the playoffs, and if the
Bears beat them, they knocked their rivals out of playoff contention.
This being the last game of the season, this made Billy
more determined than ever to complete the goal he set for himself after the
first game…catch one pass. Just one pass would elevate his morale and would
also make the team believe in him so much more than they already have been. Due
to his lack of skills he was benched in a couple of the games this season, and
the coach debated benching him for this one, but he didn’t, he let Billy play.
The first quarter started easy enough, with both teams
tying 7-7 and grabbing a touchdown a piece. The second quarter saw two of the
major Wide Receivers for the Bears taken out of the game, and two guys
(allegedly worse than Billy) brought into the game. The score was 21-7 for the
Flames at the half. By the end of the third quarter, they had tied it up at
21-21.
The 4th quarter began with an easy field goal
for the Flames and they were now leading 24-21. They then went back and forth
on two consecutive drives each (not getting a touchdown) and all this time
never throwing to Billy. There was now 00:30 on the clock and the Bears had the
ball on the opponent 21 yard line, almost in their red zone. This was almost a
desperation play for the QB, knowing that his team was about to possibly have
another losing season, he decided right then and there, he was going to try…to
throw to Billy. The QB hutted the ball back in the shotgun, and waited for
Billy to get open, he dodged one tackle and when he saw an opening, he launched
the ball into the end zone right at Billy.
It was as if time itself, slowed down. You could hear the
whooshing of the ball through the air as it travelled. The ball was in a
perfect spiral, it could not have been thrown any better than that. As it
neared Billy, his determination grew, he pushed aside the defender and dove
towards the ball, and instead of it just hitting off of him…he caught it!
TOUCHDOWN BEARS! Screamed the announcer. As Billy lay on
the ground, not wanting to get up for fear that he had failed, even though he
was not sure he hear the announcer correctly. Billy eventually got up slowly to
see his entire team looking at him from down and coming to run at him and dog
pile him to the ground. He had done it! He had won the game for his team! It
was the most amazing feeling of elation he had ever felt in his entire life!
From that moment on, Billy sought to make football his
sport of choice. His team went ot the playoffs and won the championship that
year. Then when Billy came back the next year, he practised just as hard if not
harder than the other guys, to make himself better and make more catches. Billy
would go on to play the game of football well into his adult life.
The moral of this story?
Don’t judge a book by its cover, and if you don’t like something, don’t jip it
until you try it, the best way to live life, is to only have opinions on things
you either understand completely, or have tried, not ignorance.