The Lonely Kicker

Welcome to my world. The world of sports and conditioning. Where I do track, but excel in a field event. Where I play football.

Football. In the rest of the world, football is played with a ball at your feet. Hence the name. Here in the USA, it's played with your hands.

Unless you're the kicker.

Which I am.

I am a sophomore. This surprises a lot of my teammates due to the fact that I beat every single one of them in kicking.

I am everything, but the punter. And--so I've been told--the future, because I can kick five field goals in a row.

Surprising, since everyone wants to kill me when I miss one and they have to do push-ups.

I don't credit myself as the best kicker at Westland, I just try to get things done when needed.

And it looks like I'll be doing that a lot this year, under the lights, on Friday nights.

My team is still trying to find a back-up kicker in case I get hurt. I just let them try and I often laugh. For two reasons:
1. I don't plan to get hurt since I am the kicker and no one is allowed to tackle me.
2. While everyone else enjoys using their hands, I love to play the right way, with my feet. And unless you play soccer or are the kicker, you wouldn't understand.


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