had an otherworldly feeling. “How are we going to play football in this?” he wondered.
As they began to leave the bus and head for the field they could see the Montclair team showing their strength and size. Montclair players lined up shoulder to shoulder, goal line to goal line. Bruce and his teammates couldn’t believe it. It seemed surreal, magical and eerie at the same time. “What’s next? Is there a dragon ready to land in the middle of the field?” Bruce mused.
Although a predictable tactic, Montclair High’s greeting still made too much of an impression. Madison’s team was outnumbered. Only twenty-four players were on the traveling team and they faced what seemed to be at least one hundred Montclair players. Bruce heaved in a deep breath and exclaimed to himself, “We can’t let this psych us out!”
Sizing up the Montclair team when warm-ups began on the field the Coach pulled Bruce aside and blurted out, “I need you to play both ways today, defense and offense. This is going to be a tough one. I need you out there.”
Bruce knew what he had to do and nodded knowingly. “I’m there for you, Coach.”
The team entered the huddle and before the kickoff Bruce took charge. He turned his head and glanced at the Montclair sideline and said, “Hey guys, they put their pads on the same as we do. I don’t care how many players they have over there. We didn’t come here to lose. Let’s get this done!”
Cheering and screaming they left the huddle and the Madison High players rallied and focused on winning the game. Everyone was ready to begin one of the toughest “Jersey style” games they had ever played. The players were tough and hard-hitting and a lot of trash-talking flashed through the air. Madison High was determined and they played like fierce warriors. Bruce played his heart out doing exactly what the Coach asked of him—playing both ways—scoring an essential touchdown and gaining badly needed yardage at critical times.
The State champs were surprised at how fierce and tough Madison High’s team played. By half-time the score was tied, 14 to 14. No one thought about the rain and cold anymore. The only thing that was important was winning the game.
The second half began and the game became more physical. As it progressed into the fourth quarter Montclair took a three-point lead. They had the ball on Madison’s eighteen-yard line. It was first and ten. Emotions were high. The players were so focused and intense that you could feel the tension on both sides of the field.
Montclair’s team was tough. They played like warrior beasts dedicated to protecting their all-star quarterback. He dropped back to pass and was surprised to see Bruce fighting through the last of the defensive line with great effort, skill and perseverance. Bruce realized he had a clear shot at the quarterback. His arm came down with a clean shot and smashed the quarterback’s face guard. They both went down! Blitzed!
The sack resulted in a ten-yard loss! Montclair’s quarterback was dazed and slow in getting up. Bruce realized that he was injured on the play. In shock he began to feel a lot of pain. He looked down and realized that his arm was bleeding heavily. Bruce yelled, “I think my arm is broken!” As he watched his arm a lump the size of an egg began to grow larger. Madison called its last time-out.
Seeing Bruce down and hurt his good buddy, Charlie, a large black kid, ran over: “Hey, man, are you okay?”
“I think it’s broken, man!” groaned Bruce in a lot of pain.
Still on the field a wet, cold and muddy Bruce stayed down on his knees holding his arm. Everyone could tell he was badly hurt. The question everyone was asking was, “Will he continue to play?”
The team trainers finally got to Bruce out on the field. They looked at Bruce’s injured arm and one of the trainers said, “It’s not broken. It’s just a bad bruise.”
In pain and exhausted Bruce was soaked to the skin, cold, covered in mud and seriously injured. He looked at the Coach for guidance. “I need a break and I want to come out,” he thought to himself. “I’ve played three and a half quarters of the toughest football of my life. I’m seriously hurt and I’m done.”
Coach was someone that Bruce looked up to and admired. He thought the Coach would pull him out because of his injury. The Coach looked away, turned his back and walked away. Bruce suddenly felt all alone. He realized the Coach wasn’t going to help him. Several ideas went through his mind all at once. “What is this guy doing? He’s not taking me out. What is wrong with him? I’m hurt. Can’t I even come out for one play? Fine, I get it. It’s all up to me.”
The Coach’s response to his injury was a major turning point for Bruce. He realized, “Man, this is how life is. I can move forward or quit. Who can I depend on? My Coach just turned his back on me and walked away. Forget him. I’m not playing for him. I’m playing for the guys on the field next to me.”
Feeling let down, exhausted and in pain, he had to make a choice. Madison was down three points with less than five minutes left on the game clock. With so many thoughts racing through his head, all he could think about was, “What’s the right thing to do? Even though I’m hurt, shall I play through the pain or let the team down? I don’t even know how badly I’m hurt. My arm feels as if it’s broken. There’s no time to come out, hurt or not!”
With a pounding head and a battered body Bruce made up his mind and knew what he needed to do. He didn’t want to let the team down. So, he decided to keep playing whether he was hurt or not. “I’ll deal with my injured arm after the game is over,” he told himself.
Pushing the pain aside, he rejoined the huddle and screamed at his teammates, “We’ve got to hold them here and we’ve got to hold them now!”
Charlie yelled, “Let’s kill these guys!”
The Madison players were on a mission, a mission to win! It was Montclair’s ball, second down and twenty, on the twenty-eighth yard line. Montclair ran a fullback draw for a fourteen-yard gain. The game was on the line. It was third and six and the ball was on the fourteen-yard line.
In Madison’s defensive huddle, breathing hard, Bruce predicted, “They’re going to fake it up the middle and then pitch it wide to their All-State running back.”
Charlie agreed: “Hey, man, they are coming at you! They think you have a bum arm.”
“Yeah, I know!” responded Bruce. “Let’s do this!”
The game clock was ticking and they had no remaining time-outs. On the next play Montclair ran a sweep. This was a huge play, the play for the win, a game-changing play. Both offensive guards pulled. Then Charlie leveled one of the guards on a penetration block. The remaining offensive line focused on taking Bruce down.
Although injured he played tough as he fought through seven guys on the field and finally was one on one with Montclair’s running back. Their eyes locked and after trying to hurdle over Bruce, Bruce tackled him for a loss of yardage! Madison made a huge defensive stand but time was running out. It was Montclair’s last down and they lined up for a field goal in the rain. They missed! The unthinkable had happened!
Madison had the ball and the goal line was eighty-four yards away. They were in position to drive for the winning touchdown with three minutes left in the game. Montclair called for their last time-out. The players were impatient.
Defeat was not an option for Bruce and his team. Victory was possible! With the goal line eighty-four yards away Bruce was back in the offensive huddle. He said, “These guys never thought we would be here, NEVER! We
