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
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
posted by Accultus at
11:29 PM
1 Comments:
I don't object to the terminology myself. 44-1 is a rape. That being said, just chill andre, I'm glad you're not full of yourself or anything, but come on, victory IS sweet. You've worked very hard for it. I'm proud of you.
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.letting go, at 12:58 AM
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