Pioneer Stadium

As I walk onto the field, the B.O just fills my nostrils with a disgusting smell, the aroma of cologne mixed with sweat is not the best smell. The play clock starts to run, and Mario goes to kick the ball, it flies 42 yards and then the game begins. My adrenaline starts to pump and I'm ready to tackle someone, the hit is an instant burst of pain, but also a sense of achievement. It's the four and three, and all we have to do is hold them for one more down without letting them advance three more yards.  The center hikes the ball, and I sack the quarter back, it's as if I almost broke every bone in his fragile body.  Their defensive line has all beast's on it, and I'm a little bit worried.  I come out to talk to coach, and the trainers rush over and ask if I need anything, I need something to drink, so they give me purple grape flavored gatorade.  There're thirty seconds left in the game and we're up by three touchdowns.  The crowd goes wild and everybody is screaming.  After we win, we tell the other team "Good game", then we run over to the stand and sing the fight song for the fans.