1. Jared Laswell
September 9, 2015
150-word Memoir
This day goes by one name and one name only: The Methacton Mud Bowl. We played on
under the thick torrential rains. The league rules say play in rain, not in lightning. There was no
lightning this night, so we battled on. Cleats slipped and sloshed all over in the soupy mud;
bringing up clods of drenched earth with every footstep. In football, as in every sport,
momentum is key. In this instance, the team who could stop the other team in their tracks
prevails. Because of this, my role changed from Middle Linebacker to Nose Guard with only one
command from my coach: “Dive at their ankles”. I did just that. The ball snapped back and I
dove face first into the mud; reaching up a single arm to grab an ankle. Down came the guards,
center, and running-back. Momentum was ours.