воскресенье, 4 марта 2012 г.

SPORTS TEACHES LIFE LESSONS BY ISSAC J. BAILEY.(MAIN)

I can still see their faces.

They were standing in long overcoats next to a fence surrounding the football field, about six former high school football players who had followed us to a playoff game more than a hundred miles from home.

It was my last game as a high school player. And it was cold -- really cold -- and rainy. Yet they came. And cheered and clapped and high fived. As long as we were winning.

For most of the game we were, until a last-minute touchdown pass. They were crushed, their disappointment immediately turning to disgust.

It dripped from their faces.

They mumbled, waved us off and walked away. It hurt. Bad. …

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