A Field In A Dream

Term Paper Title	A Field In A Dream
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A Field in a Dream

The day was hot; not a cloud in the sky, the air could NOT be any
calmer.  The
sun beat down on the freshly cut field. It was my last home game of my
senior year. I walk out to the football field to feel it's potential and
its
softness.  The field runs north and south.  It is right in the middle of
two
mountains in a valley.  There is a big white "PV" on the face of the
mountain to the north.  To the east of the field is an open country
field,
with cows.  The cows nested right next to the fence by the football
field,
watching the teams warm up.  There are white lines on the football field
that mark the boundaries and end zones.   To the west of the field are
the
stands for all the Plateau Valley Cowboy fans sit and cheer us on.  With
a
little old, white, shed just to the right that contains all the
refreshments
for all the out lookers.   The parking lot on the backside of the stands
holds all the vehicles that transport the local crowd to the football
game.
The highway just south of the field also is a parking lot for those
vehicles
that can't make it into the parking lot.

         The field is surrounded by the mountains and is the center of
attention on
this very day.  Two bright white goal posts stood erect at each end of
the
field, strapped with green pads to protect the players who might run
into
the goal posts.  Down the visitors sideline the landmarks that are
yellow
with black numbers, to remind the players what yard line there on.  At
each
goal line there was a bright orange square pad that marked the
destination
that you had to reach in order to triumph.  To the north stood right off
the
track stood the old blue scoreboard. This scoreboard has seen its days.
Some lights don't even work and some of the white letters are faded.

         There were many places were the team could get focused up and
ready for the
game.  I had a certain routine. Every home game I would come to the
school
at least three hours before the game would start.  I would park my
little
red mobile TYPE OF CAR MIGHT BE A GOOD DETAIL TO ADDat the end of the
empty parking lot, were the basketball courts
are.   Around the school was the locker room filled with ugly gray
lockers,
and helmets and shoulder pads that were on the hangers.  The stench in
that locker room reeked like two-week-old sweat and bad BO.  You can
only stay in that locker room for so long. Then you have to leave
because you can't stand the smell anymore.

         Then to the practice field it is. With holes that could break
anyone's
ankle.  The half-dead grass caused by all the practicing we do on it and
the
divots are all over the place, form our cleats.  This is where I start
my
warm up.  As I am jogging around stretching the kinks out of my muscles
the rest of the team starts to show up.  The second teammate that WHO is
always here after me, is Hank Bevan.  Hank is a big guy real stocky, a
little soggy around the mid section, but he is real tough.  He gets out
of his white Ford and greets me then walks into that stinky locker
room.  I did my entire warm ups on that field.  The sun was at a morning
height.  I have cottonmouth form the butterflies in my stomach and
running in the sun.  Right across the red track laid the field of
dreams.  SOME OF THIS PARAGRAPH SEEMS A LITTLE OUT OF PLACE

         Ever since I was a kid I could remember watching Barry Sanders
moving around the TV screen like a cat. Thinking to myself one day I
will be thereTHIS IS A FRAGMENT--AN INCOMPLETE SENTENCE. There it was
just 50 feet from were I was standing.  The sport that all my love is
for, was this one and all my life I wanted to play.  This was the last
game that I was going to play on my home field.  All the blood, sweat
and tears I put into the last four years were all out on that field.

         After throwing around the football with other teammates who
showed up early.  I go back down to the locker room and sta...

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