Just revisiting my last game i played in high school. Sure i would have rather won the game and went on to play the grudge match game with Ashland, but this game was special. The Rock players were so humbled and almost apologetic for winning it seemed. They knew that it was one of those games that you live for, and appreciated as a football player. In the end, the guy i had battled to exhaustion on the line for the past 2 hours helped me up and stood with me while the rest of his team celebrated the missed field goal, and win. I realize now that football was not just a game, its was a tool that molded me as an individual over those few short years. My day as a player has come and gone, but my passion and appreciation for the game are still as strong as ever.