There are many boards, for years and years there has been boards. They are very white and plain looking. If you look closely you can see my pain. I have scars, marks and chips. Nobody really thinks about my pain, they don’t realize what i go through. I am the boards. I have seen things that nobody else has seen over the years. Pain, lots of pain. I take a beating but so does the players who run into me. Ive seen racism, broken bones, concussions, even almost death. Its been a rough life. Every time the players run into me i slowly break down more and more. I take every hit no matter what. When i was brand new i used to really stiff and really strong. Now the years have passed and i’ve been torture and slashed, I have became weak and flimsy. The pain will continue until i finally break down and am to weak to stand any longer.