The Price of Assumptions

I was in ninth grade in Pascagoula Mississippi, and was just getting used to the idea that I had been left behind size wise. Despite that, I tried out for football and became B team fodder. The B team exists only as something for the A team to practice on. Those that survive Might get lucky enough by their Senior year to make the A team. Well, for some reason, I thought that defensive end would be the safest position to play, as I'd be going after THEM rather than vice versa.
It was towards the end of the season that I got my chance at stardom. We were beating the opposing team so badly the A team defense was pulled for a well deserved rest and we were thrown in to give the losers at least a shot at getting on the board. The guy opposite me was about two feet taller and twice my weight, which was good, because he didn't bother to look down at me and I was allot quicker. Big hunks like him dismiss mongooses like me at their own peril, and I think I taught him that lesson well that day. They lined up, the ball was hiked, and rikki-tikki-tavi made a beeline for the quarterback, right beneath this idiot's radar. WHOMP. The quarterback, an A-TEAM QUARTERBACK, mind you, was laying flat on his back wondering where the hell this thing on his chest had come from. We disengaged, and as I walked off, I could hear a heated exchange between him and the guy that was supposed to stop me........but I was paying more attention to the delighted roar of the crowd, and the fact that some of the cheerleaders were actually noticing I existed.
I was'nt going to get too cocky just yet, cause this time the guy decided it would be smart to actually look at me as we lined up for the next play. HIKE! I faked right, then dashed in to climb up Mr. Quarterback's backside as he tried another desperation pass. Between my velocity and my miniscule weight, and the surprise of the two, he went down flat on his face and he almost fumbled the ball. Now the crowd was REALLY roaring, as this was allot more entertaining than what the A-team defense had been doing to them all night, and as I walked back to my side of a scrimmage line that wasn't moving, I could hear that big hunk really getting his ass reamed by a very embarrassed quarterback.
Well, they learn eventually, and Mr. Big finally gave me enough due to actually start blocking me, which was pretty easy once he put some effort into it, and they eventually got their touchdown before the clock ran out. But I had gotten my ten minutes of glory, and even a few pats on the back and some smiles from the cheerleaders. What my opponent learned was the price of assumptions.