A painful lesson to learn

Hey, I know I haven't posted a blog in a while, and I hate that, but I figured that I need to today. I'm afraid that this is probably going to be a shorter post, and won't be the normal witty outlook that my others have. I'm gonna post a happy, funny post here soon, but I had to get this off my chest, and, if the witty thing is what your looking for, I wouldn't mind at all if you turn off the blog now and never read this, just typing it is helping me plenty. Last night, in the first round of the playoffs, the Brookwood Broncos, my Brookwood Broncos, lost to North Gwinnett, ending our season and the careers of many of my brothers. I have to say, I wasn't overly hurt by the lost. In my eyes, football is just a small part of my life, at least the game is. But when the buzzer sounded, looking around at my fellow teammates, these people I've gone through so much with, I had to feel a new kind of pain, and I learned a horrible lesson to learn. The thing that truly bothered me was, I was seeing many of the seniors in tears, but they had nothing to be ashamed of. They had contributed all they could to the team. However, I also looked around and saw a few, easily being able to count them all on one hand, that didn't give it all. Some people, and not really just the 11 players on the team, was either putting all the effort they could, just unknowingly in the wrong direction, or was simply not doing all they could. And what hurt is that a few of these people would go on and on about the fact that they were doing all they could. After seeing these, especially a certin person who will remain unnamed, pace the sidelines as the clock counted down on our season with the look of disappointment, but not extreme surprise, a new concept of life hit me, and hit me hard. In this United States in which it is drilled into us as a child that our hard work will pay off for us, to see the reality of a few hurting the few hurting the many was almost a shock. During the post game meeting, Mason Howington, a senior on the team, completely broke down. This is a man who has done nothing but work for this team, he had nothing to be ashamed of, but the actions or possibly the lack of action on just a handful of people caused this man so much pain. It was one of those moments where you learn that the world is just a little more cruel. That thankfully unfamiliar snapping in one's chest when the world loses another aspect of innocence and fairness in a youth's eyes. I had to see first hand how, no matter how hard you work, it can still be taken away by someone else, and it hurt. I woke up this morning to a world just a little less fair, a little more cruel than it was yesterday. But as a wise man once said, what does not kill me makes me stronger and as unfair as it seems, this was all part of God's plan for me and my football family. We left that field last night beaten, broken, but stronger and more ready for the life ahead of us. For those of you that has read this post to the finish, I thank you and apologize if it seemed unorganized, I'm not use to writing like this. I promise I will post something light and funny soon, but I really needed to get that out. In the meanwhile, I'll see you if we run into each other, and thank you for caring enough to read this. I'll see ya.