I was 18 over ten years ago.

I was watching some of my old football tapes tonight. It's weird to see yourself playing in a game and not remembering fuck all about that day.
I saw the sunburn on my arms and I slightly recalled being in agony later on that night but the hits, the blocks and the game all draw a blank.
Football was my main interest for a lot of years, I was watching my first season of varsity and I look like a rookie. Awkward in the huddle, going buck wild on every play. It was fucking fun to watch myself in a game that happened a decade ago. The commentators were cheesy, the stands were empty and the sun cooked us in our black jerseys.

I wonder what I did after the game? Was there a party? Did I get wasted? Whatever I did I'm sure I had fun. The best part was always the ride home after the game. Talking about what went down, who fucked up, funny shit that happened, the illegal shit you got away with and figuring out where to stop to eat. Usually it was "Fast Eddies".
Ten fucking years. Wow.