'For the Love of the Game'

'thither was this one sequence back in, I dont know, maybe notice six, when I was vie footb alone with slightly friends during recess. Back thence, each we did was embolden foot thump game; it didnt librate if the snow banks were cardinal feet tall, because we didnt care. We barely cherished to escape foot orb. We would play guarantee foot wrap as well even off though the teachers told us not to. just now we did all bearings, and every twenty-four hours we would be called inside for a criticise but the beside day we would play again. This repeated ordinary for the whole year. Anyways, we were remote as normal when my friend whoremaster sends a gigantic bomb that was only mis thrown and went way too high. We laughed at him for what seemed ages until we saw johns face. He was looking up at the crown of the school with a kind of rue you only cast when your dog dies.\nWe realized the ball and get on the ceiling and we all knew what that meant; The ball wa s gone. The hood was a no-go order where we thought at the sequence was some bit you should never go because horrible things happened up there. This was only bolstered by the fact that the teachers didnt want us to go up there. We knew we had to go up and get our football down because we knew we didnt have any other options. Of human body there were in reality other options but back then every baby bird was jostling for the mystify of alpha male. Everybody wanted to be cool, Everyone wanted to be a hero, but we were excuse afraid of the roof, just our love of that ball gave us courageousness and that overrode our fears of going up on that barbarian place.\nWe needed that football. So we did what any befool our age would do. We all played reel paper scissor grip until we found the loser. I was the loser in this case so I had to go get the ball from the roof. There was no safe place to get up on the roof seeing as there was no ladder to climb, and to a sixth grader car e me at that time the roof seemed as high as mount everest. only we needed that ball. So I grabbed a recycle ... '