Pregame
I took a bounce step off from the weathered, porch deck, and glanced down at the badminton racket and shuttlecock, before gliding along past the tall, wooden fort just to my right. Once I crossed over the corner of the endzone, I slowed my pace and neared the dirt patch which sat midway through. I leaned down and picked up the football.
After smacking the ball and my hand together a few times, and as I stood there tossing it up and down in the air, I looked over the yard wondering, once again, "What am I going to do today?"
This was common for me, because I didn't want to be bored. But there was something different about that morning. I noticed how I'd went straight for the football. And how I wasn't floating a birdie from off the racket, or swinging the bat, pretending to hit a ball. And how for some strange reason, I felt up to a game of football.
In the moment that followed, I was unable to know the true significance of my decision. And only after I'd taken the field, untill I was too old for playing, could I entirely grasp the considerable choice I had made. It was the start of a day, to one of the greatest football games I've ever had the fortune of playing in.
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