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     As i walk through the tunnel filled with the vapor from the fog machine. In the mist of fog all I see are my team mates my brothers walking along with me. As we emerce ourselfs to the croud all i can hear is the roars of there screams ponding my ear drums. When the pace from a slow walk quickens to a jog then a run we pass the numbers of young childern eyes filled with awe hoping that one day it will be them running with freinds in the helmets and pads of the football team. As we make our way through the lines my body filled with adrenilne, running across the turf feild with the colors of our school orange, black, and white. When we find our way through the mass of fans its time for the game to begin as our brotherhood makes its way to the sidline.We finally find ourselves in the midst of the game not taking in the risk or the danger of the game just that all we worked for is on the line its time to disregard blood, sweat and tears for our team.