I stepped out onto the field, Metallica’s St. Anger still ringing in my head. The stadium lights illuminated my every move. The other team was lined up across the field, going through their stretches and warm-ups. I longed to charge over there and destroy them all. But not yet.

“Save it for the game” I told myself.

We lined up and went through our pre-game stretches, yelling and hollering, getting ourselves and the crowd fired up. This was a rivalry game, and the fans had come in full force. Coach came over to me and pulled me aside.

“The refs are ready for the captains” he said.

I made my way to the middle of the field, along with our quarterback and middle linebacker. The captains, walking bravely to meet the coming tide. We stood across from the other team’s captains. They won the toss and chose to receive the ball first. We sneered at each other and put a little too much force in our handshakes. We lined up for kickoff. The ball soared in the air. I charged down the field, ready to destroy them all.