We all put our hands in the middle, ready for the "TIGERS!" shout. Andrew looked up, his face wrinkled in confusion, and then loosed in relief he said, "Whoa, for a second I forgot there was a girl on this team. I was wondering why there was one hand with painted pink nails!"The guys laughed, and I smiled, once again reminded how cool it was that I was different. "1, 2, 3, TIGERS!" and we were off to the field.
My adventures as the only girl on my all-boys middle school football team were always interesting. Football is known as being predominantly male. But I love football. Ever since I could walk I would get around the fields. My dad is a huge football fan, and we spend many Saturday afternoons playing football in the yard or watching games. Football is in my blood. So when signups came for the 7th- and 8th-grade team, I signed up. Who says a girl can't do it?
Back to Grade 7. Though it was strange for the guys to have me there, and a few felt embarrassed when they heard they'd be tackling a girl, they got used to it. The coach treated me like anyone else, and the boys learned to also. I did the drills, I tackled people, and I got tackled. By the time I got home every night, my body literally crumbled into my bed. But it was all worth it.
Game days were everyone's favorite. Football is a team sport of passion, pride and love. The coach would always tell us, "We win as a team;we lose as a team!" To play well we needed to work as a team. Different as I was being the only girl, it didn't matter. One person, one girl, is not a big thing. I was a part of the team. The coach got us all together, and we'd once again shout "TIGERS!"