Dear Powder Puff,
I remember the first year I found out about you. I was in 7th grade and one of the aide’s daughters needed money to buy her shirt for the game. People from the Student Government put up signs around the High school to prompt it. It was only for the High school crowd. I thought it was cool that girls were being able to play football. I made a vow to myself during last year in middle school. When Powder Puff starts up, go to the game and watch it to see if you really want to do it. Well freshman year had come that fall, and I went to my first game and watched the whole game. Hardly talked to anyone (that’s actually likely) because I was so into it. I remember asking my mom later that night, if she’d let me do it next year. I don’t remember an answer coming from her.
My sophomore year was finally here. It was September and I had made my goal. Sadly though our Homecoming was on the same week as our big state test. The test was stupid, obviously the state finally caught up to the rest of us and agreed because everybody that graduates this Spring is the first class that didn’t have to worry about the damn ISTEP. Although that was part that sucked about that week, I went to almost all the practices and got my number. “14.” The first practice was interesting. I pretty much sat around with one of the girls. She couldn’t play because she broke her leg or something. We practiced on top of the big hil behind the football feild because the band was practicing on the feild. I don’t do well with hills so thankfully the football players had no problem helping me up and down the hills. I watched the guys teach everybody else to do the moves and everything. That part was boring but they still made me feel part of the team. I came home from every practice with a smile on my face.
The night of our game, some of them played the year before. That was when both freshman and sophomore had to be together because there wasn’t enough girls to have seperate teams. Since I didn’t play that year this was all new for me, so my nerves were even more heightened. My mom ans sister came. I didn’t know if I’d be able to play since of my wheelchair. We never practiced it either. Mom brought her camera just in case, even though I thought I was just going to be on the sidelines the whole time. Well I was wrong. Two of the guys asked their coach if I could play, and he said yes. I didn’t realize what they were doing, but I wasn’t going to complain. It was cold and I took off both of my socks because I didn’t want my feet slipping off my controller. I guess we can say I was my team’s secret weapon. Me and one of the players hundled all of us together to explain what everybody would do. Everybody was surrounding me while I drove with the ball on my lap. I made my first touchdown! My mom got it on camera, and one of the girls yelled to tell me that my mom was crying. The announcer called my name and yelled out, “TOUCHDOWN!” That was a magical night since we also won the game too!
Junior year, I signed up again. Sad part I wasn’t much of a secret weapon this time. Yet, however, that year wasn’t so fun. I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to play. I got frustrated and pissed off, ended up crying during halftime because I was sad that I wasn’t playing when they said I was going to play. This time we were on the left side and my number was “24.” The sunshine was defintiely bright through the beginning of the games. We beat the sophomores, and we had to go up against the seniors. We kicked both teams asses and won again! Yes, during that game I did get to play. Actually I played twice. I was happy and yet I was mad at myself on how I acted because I wasn’t playing, but I was pissed. I got my way, didn’t I?
Senior year was here, it was a good year but yet it was sad too. Because I knew I wasn’t going to sign up for Powder Puff next year for another joyus year playing football. I lived for Powder Puff. It made me feel like I was apart of something. Everybody treated me like we didn’t hate each other. Which that was nice for a change for some of us. My number was “40” and I was more than ready to kick some ass this year. I didn’t want to cry to play, even though I was fine with doing it. After our last practice everything started to get a little bit clearer that I wasn’t going to be doing this next year. We were going our seperate ways. My last game. That night was sad but amazingly cool! I made four touchdowns, we won our third game, and I was the MVP. So I can say senior year was the best ever. The only time I cried was that night because I knew it was over.
So thank you Powder Puff. I had so much fun! Even though it’s been a year since I’ve graduated and I went to last year’s game was relieved I didn’t have to play because I didn’t have enough juice in my wheelchair to even catch up with my sister and cousin. I probably had about two bars that night, I had to be my speed on low that way I really didn’t waste it. I knew nobody wanted to push me everywhere and I definitely didn’t want that. This year, actually tomorrow is the Powder Puff game. My sister’s friend is in Homecoming so I know she’s doing Powder Puff. You have to if you’re in the Homecoming court. My parents are sick so I don’t see myself going to the game tomorrow or watching the parade either. I just wanted to relive the fun times of my high school days.