and you would huddle together with the coach you hated and the guys you love all jammed in and packed and put your hand in and feel it touch the arms and hands and the shoulders and you would shout and then break free on to the wonderful football field , the hard grass and the soft dirt and the world shrunk down into your helmet , the wind whistling through the ear holes and the mask in front of your face , and you run out to the forty yard line and take your spot second from the end , and look down the field to another helmet and shadow and shoulder pads and thigh pads , and you feel cool and light and your arms and your legs are just bursting ready to go , and you want to scream yes this is what i want .