A while back I found a notebook that had a few poems I wrote during a very short time in my life. Today I would like to share another one of those few poems I wrote. I wrote this particular poem in August or early September of 1994. During this time, I would have been just starting my senior year of high school at Hudson. It would seem that I had football on my mind and that would make sense since we would have been into my senior season of football at Hudson High. I had no idea at this point what a magical season that would end up being. We ended up going 13-0 and winning a state championship. It was a very special season indeed.
Judging from what I wrote, it would seem that I even was thinking about someday playing in the NFL and not just collegiate football. I would eventually go on to be a player in the NFL for 4 months with the St. Louis Rams, but when I wrote this, that was still a long ways down the road for me.
It seems a little dark to me looking back on it today. I guess I had a real sense, even then, of how dangerous the game of football could really be. It never seemed to bother me at the time because I loved playing the game so much. I ended up being very lucky and never suffered any major injuries during my playing career, but with all the issues football players are having with their brains farther down the road today, who knows. I may have injured myself in ways I was not or am still not even aware of.
All in all, I love the game of football and no matter what happens to me, I would never trade a minute that I got to spend on the field with some of the greatest warriors and friends I have ever known.
So let’s head back into the mind of a senior in high school, with hopes and dreams of one day making it in the NFL. I hope you enjoy!
The Fallen Warrior
I looked up and I saw him coming at me,
He was going to try and kill me as far as I could see.
His eyes were bursting with hatred and fear,
His yells were all I could hear.
I did the only thing I could, I hit him with everything I had,
I found I wanted to hurt him, was that bad?
When I looked up I saw that he was on the ground,
Suddenly the world went dead and I couldn’t hear a sound.
I saw blood running out his nose and his eyes rolled back in his head,
I began to think that he might be dead.
The next thing I knew my friends were laughing and saying what a great hit,
I wasn’t liking this feeling one bit.
I looked back at his body motionless and silent,
It seemed to transform me into some kind of giant.
My feelings of anger had turned to despair,
As everyone around me didn’t seem to care.
Soon an ambulance came and men were trying desperately to save his life,
I found myself thinking about his wife.
She was involved in something she didn’t understand,
She couldn’t understand her husband’s quest to try and be a man.
All of a sudden the place felt cold,
Even though I was only doing my job as I was told.
And as they carried him away from the spot he fell,
I heard a man in the crowd say, “Hey son, welcome to the NFL.”
William John Marsau