Butterflies, uncertainty, the pads on your shoulders seeming to weigh a ton. Sweat drips off your nose and falls onto your outstretched hand steadying you in your three point stance. That uncertainty, that uneasiness, that fear . The ball snaps and you fire out, instantly pancaking the guy lined up on you. There is no butterflies or fear here… this is football.

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