Slaughter Joey Deloach Analysis

About three weeks ago, the Packer Varsity baseball team beat Berkeley Carroll school for the first time in twelve years and in glorious fashion. Tears streamed down my face as our winning run crossed the plate in extra innings, dust flying up as my teammates and I mobbed each other at the plate. Yet a few short days later, our team was blindsided by the news that St. Ann’s had pulled off back to back upsets to squeak their way into the playoffs ahead of us - just as our season seemed to be looking up, it was over.

In order to live up to the reputation of the town and peers, the Permian Panthers and the coaches set goals so that they will have a winning season. The goal that is set is to win the state championship and nothing, including injury will change that goal. This occurs when Boobie Miles, the star running back, chooses to play in spite of a torn ALC, rather than yielding to the unimaginable pain that he is in. The team imposed a structure, which establishes the goals and values of the team, therefore reinforcing the team’s solidarity to winning the championship not only for them but for the town.

The pressure was on. Myself as well as my middle school football team had been practicing for weeks to beat our opponent, Southport Middle School. They had beaten up the year before and it was our turn to pay them back.

With the Christmas tournament aside, we entered the post-season without a loss. We had a plan for each playoff game from districts to regional. We never deviated from the plan, keeping our eye on the target –

Tidewater Titans baseball team was at its highest peak and we had been unstoppable. Coach Derrick, Coach Tony, Coach Perry, and Coach Darren had all led the team to multiple championships that year. Ever since the beginning, there had always been a problem with Coach Derrick. He had always thought his kid, Grayson was better than the rest. Grayson had taken my position at shortstop in my batting position and the line up. I was left to second base the second less likely place the ball could get hit too.

Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game

September 27 is a day that I will always remember, no matter how old I get. McClain was competing against Miami Trace in a SCOL boy’s soccer match. It is always a close game when Greenfield plays Trace, but this year it was different than the previous few. The two teams were so evenly matched, even more so than than in the past. There were twenty minutes remaining in the second half and the Panthers were winning 1-0, but the game was even more highly

The next game was early in the morning against region 3 who is known to have some of the best players around nut after the end of the 2nd period we were tied 3-3. “Lets rush the the nat and try to score”, Matt our top scorer said. “No, let's just stay in our own zone and just play defence and not then them score. after we see a weakness we just rush ahead and attack!” said Joe, another player on the team. I didn’t think much of Joe and I voted for Matt’s idea. I shouldn't have. The nest period we got swept off our feet the the south in the dust bowl. We lost

After our loss to our school rival, the Panthers (red), with a score of 38-7, we created a synergy when we trained together. Our team, and I especially, moved passed the initial sadness. The Panthers (white) became the most determined, levelheaded and hardworking people on the football field. In fact, I was

At last, the chance to go to the state championship came down to a 4th and 6 for the Permian High School with ten seconds left. A touchdown would win the game for the Permian football team; however, an incomplete pass would end the game in a devastating matter. The dedicated followers of Permian Football told the result of the play with pure silence opposed to the eruption of the other team. The Permian High School football team lost the semi-finals and were taunted with “NO MO’ MOJO, MOJO NO MO!” (Bissinger, 1990, p. 334) from the opposing fans. The valiant superstars, team, and town’s dream had fallen just short for that season. The well-known player names of Boobie, Winchell, Mcdougal, Billingsley, Chavez, and Christian were taken off the depth chart wall following game; which will soon be replaced by the future of Permian Football. Nevertheless, a life lesson is taught to each player and fan, life goes on…

David Harris, a 6’2, 230-pound senior at Riverside High School located in Huntsville, Alabama, was known to be the all-star player on the football team. He was very valuable to the team considering how flexible he was being able to play almost any position on defense and offense. Anyone who knew him could see him going far with his football career. David thought the same for himself, as well. He dreamed of playing for the Alabama Crimson Tide football team. At the rate he was going, his dream was more than likely to become a reality.

As summer football practice begins, readers are introduced to the notable players of the 1988 Permian Panthers; Boobie Miles, Jerrod McDougal, Mike Winchell, and Brian Chavez. We are introduced first to James Earl “Boobie” Miles Jr., the team’s all-star running back. Boobie lived a very hard life from the start. At the age of three his mother moved to Oklahoma and left Boobie with his grandmother. He lived for a short time with his father, but allegations of physical abuse resulted in a lifetime of being bounced from foster home to foster home. Before Boobie started high school, his uncle, L.V. Miles, adopted him giving him a stable home and a positive role model. Influenced by his uncle, Boobie began to excel at sports, especially football. Football provided another “home” where Boobie got the kind of attention and admiration that led to opportunities someone from his background didn't typically get a full ride scholarship to college. He also gained a lot of attention for his attitude that was that nobody was as talented as he was. In the book Boobie is constantly quoted in the book as saying, “Put Boobie in if you wanna win” (Bissinger, Buzz). Next we are introduced to small offensive lineman

Pressure. I knew the week before the Stratford vs FPD rivalry would be filled with pressure from team spirit and a bitter past but never expected to take on the load that I was presented. Being the runt of the starting offensive line, I had big shoes to fill on such a monumental night. With a mixture of energy, nervousness, and rivalry in the air, I took the field knowing that all of the Stratford family was counting on me to make this a night to remember.

Alpha Dane Bannister and Omega Joey Pacek are pre-destined mates, however no one will believe them. Forbidden by law from becoming involved with one another, their only choice is to hide their relationship, to is to keep from going insane due to the mating heat,. Which they do, until they get caught.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.