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How Football Will Affect Your School Work

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As I throw my old worn out football that my mom gave me when I was little against the sad grey color that was my wall I wonder what it would be like to feel the pressure of the game clock ticking and the offense driving. What it would feel like to be in a locker room getting a pep talk with the coach before a game. What it would be like to have all the pressure on you to execute the play. I wonder what it would be like to play football.
Laying on my newly washed green sheets bored having done every last bit of homework that I would have for the rest of the week. “Football will affect your school work and your chances of ever making it into any good school,” my dad had said right after my mother had died. She was beautiful, compassionate, and loving. When she died it just seemed like the world lost its beauty and color. After that he wouldn’t let me play anymore. She was my only freedom, my only fun, the only thing that gave me happiness in the sad sorrows of my life. All I hear is “Work, work, work,” that 's all he ever has ever said.
With nothing else to do I decide to go make an argument. I know not the best choice, but the only chance I have I said to myself as I walked downstairs to find my dad. I decide to approach my dad in a nice manner. “Dad!”
“Yes,” he said reading a book in his favorite recliner.
“Is there any chance possible that I could play football this year?” I asked as he took his old reading glasses and put them on the lamp stand next to mom’s.
“You

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