i played CB & Kick/Punt returner.
i had a couple long returns in that game (didn’t score
).
plus it was a pass happy game, so the clock was stopping a lot.
we scored late as hell to force OT.
in third OT, we missed two passes into the end zone and settled for a FG.
they got the ball and ran it right at us.
like a knife through butter.
DLs and LBs were hunched over gasping for air after every play.
us smaller guys in secondary weren’t as winded, but you could tell we all lost a few steps from the beginning of the game.
and everybody was slower getting up from the pile after a play.
when they punched it in to beat us, what little fumes i had left in my tank evaporated and i just dropped.
i knew the WR i spent most of night harassing (yes i played on the dirty side to make up for lack of size) pretty well.
we met up in the end zone gave each other a hug that was more like two boxers holding each other up.
slept until like 2pm the next day