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To Coach,
Once a year senior girls are allowed to act like boys
Gathered around the hallways, we scream and yell in anticipation for the game
Everyone looks at us as if we are crazy
Truth be told, they won’t understand the excitement until their senior year
History has proven this
Each girl lines up to get their jersey number after school
Remembering last year's score is our motivation
Weather is not considered when it comes to practice
Everyone understands that practice is rain or shine
A family is what the team has become
Remember when we all hated each other
Even worse, remember when we didn't know she was a senior
Soon it is game day
The school is decorated with balloons and streamers l
Running down the halls, everyone at school screams
Once observers,now in unison, all students scream “Breakdown”
No one stops us
Given it is a tradition, teachers don’t expect us to go to class
The Pep Rally commences
Only freshman do not fit into the gymnasium
Greeting are said by the principal
Emotions are at an all time high
The girls perform their dance routine
Hoping to win, we all scream one final “Breakdown”
Eventually, the bell rings
Running out of time, all the senior girls go get changed
Wallingford, a small town, is in a frenzy
Everyone wants a seat but tickets are sold out in minutes
Anticipation is in the air
Referees soon arrive
Eyes are the captains and the coin toss
As soon as the whistle is blown, players run as fast as they ever have
Fury and rage is what the other team portrays when the clock reads 00:00
All the hard work has paid off
My gosh, Lyman Hall has won the Samaha Bowl
In appreciation,
Lyman Hall Defensive Lineman
Your 2017 Samaha Bowl Winners
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