The Ass Kicking of the Century (Football), 2006, by Josh Gaughan

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Who: Josh Gaughan
What: The Ass Kicking of the Century
When: November, 2006
Where: Washington, Iowa

As I step out of the van, I can already smell a victory. I tell myself, it’s a good day for football. Those Hawkeye’s don’t stand a chance. I just hope the Cyclones show up. The sun is out and on full alert. I mean to say it is warm, but great football weather. Kick off is only thirty minutes away and I need to head to the field.

When arriving to the field the atmosphere of people hit me hard and I couldn’t believe the amount of people. Tons of girls and women all around. Some guys, but I was more concerned about ladies. The weather played good for me, because the ladies didn’t have many layers of clothes on, if you know what I mean. Entering the stadium, I head towards my seat. The smell of kettle corn catches my nostrils. Oh! What a sweet smell it was. The pounding starts in only five minutes. I’m so exited.

Standing up while listening to the National Anthem, a tear catches my eye. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I was born. The ball flies through the air and the game is underway. My hands are clinched and the player gets hit so hard I can hear it from where I’m standing. The Cyclones get the ball and drive the whole field and score. I’m cheering so loud; I almost lose my voice. The whole first half we continue to stomp them. It seemed like they didn’t even show up to play.

After halftime the Cyclones took it easy and scored a few more touchdowns. Looking down at the field I see the cheerleaders and can’t help, but stare. What a sight I see. The game has only 2 minutes left and the Cyclones seem to have this one put away. I can taste a tear as it rolls down my face. Salty and disgusting, but its worth it. The final buzzer rings and I leap for joy as the Cyclones crush the Hawkeye’s. Blood and tears were spilt, but the Cyclones had neither. All they had was the Cy-Hawk trophy and it was know in its proper home. Right here in Ames, right where I belong.