Before every game, we stood in a straight line, helmets in our right arms for the National Anthem….
Before every game, we stood in a straight line, helmets in our right arms for the National Anthem. The stadium would fall silent except for the distant rustle of flags and the echo of our coach’s voice reminding us what this moment meant. It wasn’t just about football—it was about unity, respect, and something bigger than ourselves.
I’d glance down the line at my teammates—faces tense, jaws clenched, eyes fixed ahead. We were more than a team in those moments; we were brothers in arms, bound by a shared goal and honor. As the last notes played, adrenaline surged. Game time.
