American football & women. A Mother’s Boy by Dewey Edward Chester

American football & women. A Mother’s Boy by Dewey Edward Chester

American football & women. A Mother’s Boy. A short story by Dewey Edward Chester. Merry Christmas, Yareah friends.


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I never realized when I ran onto the gridiron the first time, how serious American football was. Then it hit me —- with fists and elbows and knees and feet —- and my high school career came nearly to an end. Pain and despair crashed down on me.

The other boys —- well, they didn’t want me on the team; they just didn’t want me there. One boy slugged me in the face and smashed my nose; just smashed it. And then when I was down, flat on my back, another boy got me with his knee, just came over and fell on me. He dislocated my right shoulder.

Well, that night I was a very, very, sorry boy. Broken nose, shoulder thrown out, and plenty of cuts and bruises. I didn’t think I could take any more.

Mom impressed on me that I must fight back! Yet, during the days I lay in bed recovering from the battering, I wondered if I should stay where I was so brutally unwanted.

I thought about Mom’s bedside words —- “Son, if you want to quit, go ahead, but I was never a quitter!”

So I stayed and went back for a second try-out for the team. Mom walked with me to the field —- “Don’t take low,” she warned, “stand up and hit them harder than they hit you!”

I made a tackle and I was down on the ground. A boy came over and stepped hard on my hand. He meant to break my bones. The bones held, but his cleats took every single one of my fingernails off my right hand.

I was enraged!

The next play came around my end; the whole first-string backfield came at me. I swept out my arms —- like this —- and the three men running interference went down, they just went down. The ball-carrier was a first-class halfback named Kelly. I meant to kill him. Not just a thought, it was ‘real’; I was going to ‘Kill’ him!”

I got Kelly in my two hands and I got him over my head —- like this. I was going to smash him so hard to the ground that I’d break him in two.

Just then Coach Reed yelled the first thing that came to his mind —- “STOP! You’ve made the team!

That brought me around.

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Dewey Edward Chester, Ph.D. (eq.), is a Los Angeles Professor of Screenwriting, and the author of “Boomer: Sex, Race and Professional Football.” He is a former professional football player, and was nominated for the prestigious White House Fellowship for Journalism Award, sponsored by President Bill Clinton’s Administration. **Boomer by Dewey Edward Chester is also on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Enjoy the reading, you cannot be indifferent.

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