Chains are meant to be broken…
I felt like a soda bottle, shaken and ready to burst, poised to rain destruction of anything in my path. Which meant I needed to be more in command of my mind—and most importantly, my body—than ever.
There was too much at stake if I lost control.
The huddle broke, and we resumed our positions. I tried to focus on the game, regardless of how stupid and pointless it was. I mean, our country was literally falling apart, and we were playing football.
Just a few years ago, the world as we knew it changed drastically, and despite all evidence to the contrary, most people were still in denial. What’s worse, they played the victim to circumstances they helped create. But denying the truth didn’t change the facts.
I was in high school, and even I knew that.