Zone

Listening to : Someday - Rob Thomas

In the silence of the pitch, you stand.
There's always the psyche up speech by one of the experienced guys.
To stay focused, stay together.
Then comes the call for the pull. On both ends, you and your opponents are hesitating, becoming nervous. Hands become cold, thats the worst.
The D starts to call for their man.
I like the flashy ones, so I get them.
Once all strategy has been set and comprehended, then comes the pull.
"Go go go go go!"
You stay with your man like you life depends on it.
When moving too far forward, the sideliners call 'DEEP!"
Sometimes it's too late, the huck is already in the air, all you can do is hope it drops, or make it drop. It's all on you.
You don't think sometimes, you just do. Taking the lay out, the dive for the D.
You smash into the ground, covered with mud in your face, bruises in your hands.
Stunning for a moment, getting up soon after. You realise it's yours now.
The disc is with us, the O.
"ATTACK!"
Literally like how it feels in a warfare situation.
The stack is horizontal.
The inside man moves forward and the deep reciprocates by taking it back.
the handler, or the point guard has ten seconds to release the disc.
Then from what was silence becomes a junk yard of noise.
"Get in position!"
"Don't CUT MY LANE!"
"Get out of there!"
"Going deep! DUMP IT NOW!"
"UP!!"
"Hold your man now!"
"Huck it!"
"GOGOGOGOGO"
"RUN!!!!!!!!!"
"AHHH"
"TURNOVER! D D D D D D D"
"Make the cup!"
"BY ME, Follow by me!"
"Good D!"
"HUCK IT LIKE ITS HOT!"
"Great run!"
"Thats what we do, that's what we do."
Those are the few words which matter on the pitch.
Everyone of them crucial.
Everyone of them vital to the success of the game.
However, that's leading the charge.
When it comes to you are the end zone, that's what matters.