On Friday nights in the small town of Batesville, Arkansas; Pioneer Stadium is the place to be. Three thousand fans are screaming together like a bunch of scalped indians, and everyone's getting pumped up for the opening kickoff. The jumbotron is cranking out loud rock music that would be uncalled for on any other occasion. There's over 20 high powered spot lights beaming down on the field, waiting to capture the main event. As we enter the tunnel, all of this goes away. It's dark, and we're breathing in that familiar rubber tasting smoke and sour body odor, anxiously waiting to be on the field. Adrenaline flows heavily through our veins, like an unruly river about to spill out into an ocean. The fun is about to begin!