Sweet Sweet Victory

H'ok, so I play for the Adam Scott football team. We just "Trampled, Hammered, Trounced, Raped," and otherwise kicked the snott out of the Central Ontario AA Finalists 44-1. Leading 30-0 at halftime. My home, Adam Scott, hasn't won Cossa since 1992. One of our coaches was on the team when they won it. Victory was sweet that day.

After the game I lay in bed thinking about the whole thing. I realized that the victory left a sour and uneasy feeling in me. Whether it was the 2 consecutive QB sacks I got, each for about 10 yards, or the undercooked ribs I ate at Ponderosa I felt uneasy that night.

I came to school that day with my gold medal hanging from my neck feeling unusually heavy. Later I took it off. It was a good game we played but I somehow don't feel like I deserve the title of one of the best linemen on the central Ontario championship team. I dunno a victor so sweet it turned sour way too soon.

Good game Bayside

-Have Faith