A Personal Narrative Of A Football Team

My first championship game, I was in the eighth grade. It’s like it was yesterday, I could see the crowd standing and cheering for both teams, both teams getting hyped up in a continuous rumble through the gym. We come out on the court as team captains meeting the other team's captains. Both teams have cold hand during tip off, they win jump ball and we immediately start to play M&M (Man To Man) defence. They score first and continuously score for about a minute and a half, while we still have zero points. Finally we get a steal and a score, that actually hypes us up. It’s going on 10 minutes left in the first quarter, we call a timeout. Coach says “Come on yall we gotta do something out there these guys are embarrassing

With two seconds left in the first half, Wes Washpun was at half court and time was running down, so he shot the ball and it went through the hoop! ¨WOOOO!¨ I jumped up and down and saying to the players as they were going into the tunnel, ¨Let's go boys! We can do this!¨ UNC was up 41 to 32 at halftime.

The hooper redbirds were having the first game of the season. I wanted to sign up so bad but I wouldn’t do any good. It was at their first practice. I was watching them by the bleachers think that I want to be out there so bad. I kept thinking till I got interrupted by the team, they asked “why aren’t you playing Bryton?” I said “it would do your team any good for me to what, just sit on the bench and watch all of you guys play?” “No Bryton you would play everyone gets their chance” “I’ll think about it, okay?” “well you better not wait too long before the sign-ups end” “I won’t” “okay”

As of planned, my team in bounded the scream. I caught the ball, stood there, and held the ball to my hip. I called for a screen from one of my teammates. I used the screen soon after he set in. All I heard was my coach telling me to shoot. I pulled up way beyond the three point line and I swished it. I won the Pennsylvania State Championship.

In July 2013, my grandma asked me did I want to play another football season. I replied, yes, so she signed me up to play football for the Carson Colts. I was on the Carson Colts, a Junior Peewee division team. It was a challenge. I wanted to stay with my teammates, but that meant losing 30 pounds.

We had to get the ball in, and someone had to make a shot. I was so nervous in the timeout huddle. I kept looking up at the red numbers on the scoreboard. Breathe, just breathe. Coach had written out a whole play for us. We were going to get the ball into Jocelyn at half court and she was going to dribble in and find a shot or pass to me or Ellie on the wings. I was hoping Jocelyn wouldn’t pass to me. It was 4th grade and I wasn’t very good. The referee’s blew their whistles once, then twice, commanding us to take the court. Neither team was ready to see who would be on top when the buzzer would finally go off. As both teams were getting ready to take the court, the ref set the ball on the line and began counting to five. We threw the whole

It was opening night for our football team, a chilly night in September against one of our rivals, the Nickerson Panthers. The stands were packed like a can of sardines. Our team had been ruling the scoreboard all night, but now the panthers were in the red zone threatening to score. Three years ago we wouldn’t have had a chance against this team, but now we had the upper hand. Through the weightlifting program and improvement of team building, success is inevitable. Our football team is a great example of how hard work and great leadership not only pull a group of kids, but also a whole community together.

My team took the field with high energy. Coming off of an injury and weeks of being sick, I was unable to be a starter that game. I tried my best to keep my spirits high as I cheered from the bench. The whistle blew, and the game began to unfold. I watched as

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

The 1st half of our game against Eagan didn't go so well, we were down 13-0 heading into the locker room at halftime. Losing the game was on everyone's mind considering we were on a 2 game losing streak, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I did my best to inspire my teammates and spark some energy for the 2nd half. I walked into the locker room and started physically lifting teammates heads up. During this time I was giving different thoughts of encouragement to different teammates, I could tell our starting quarterback was pretty upset after throwing a few interceptions and being scoreless up to this point. He was a sophomore, so knowing that I told him that there was no pressure on him, and that no matter how he played our team, the

That day still feels like it was yesterday, that day was one of the greats, we were playing the undefeated team for the championship. Boy wasn't I excited, the park gym was packed to me it felt as if I was playing at Staples Center. Before tipoff I had all these thoughts and doubts running through my mind cause everybody in that gym was rooting for the other team. This game was close as we both fought for the title, there were many lead changes in the game who knew who was gonna come out on top. Clutch time, fourth quarter ten seconds left, tied game, the crowd is going wild as it felt like the building was about to collapse. My coach calls a timeout as I run towards the huddle I glance at the score tie game with ten seconds left we have a chance to prove everyone wrong. This was it, this is what he feels, this is why we practice, I knew I had to make this shot. As we set up in our positions that our coach had scribbled on his clipboard, the referee hands in the ball and we begin to run the play, as i struggle to get open I knew the clock was ticking I had no time to waste as soon as I catch that ball. Finally

the inbounds pass and was off. He gave a little hesitation letting him get past a couple of defenders. I was all by my lonesome in the middle of the lane and he was rushing vigorously towards me. As he got close he leaped towards the basket with the ball in his left hand. I leaped up after him to try to block it. As I felt the ball graze my finger, it came out from his open hand. He grabbed it quickly but not before the clock hit zero. The crowd jumped out of the stands waving their hands around with huge beaming smiles. Me and my teammates rushed towards our bench and leaped into our teammates.

High volumes of laugher and cheering filled the court as the crowd stands up working wild. The audience got up to start chanting for their favorite teams. The beginning of the game the referees treads towards the center of the court, blows his whistle alerting the teams for the tip off. The opposing team starting the game off with a mega alley-oop scoring the first two points of the game. Going up! I always had my teachers, parents and even close friends of mine always concerned or asking me this million-dollar question. Kristoff, what you want to be in life? What motivates you? The same two questions constantly on repeat in the back of my head.

It was the very first game of the season, Montessori, but I had no clue how good they were or what they looked like, I was so nervous I could barely eat that day. I was hoping we weren’t going to be thrown to the wolves. Then, that fateful moment came, we were all dressed out in our jerseys waiting for the girls game to end. Then, I heard that last game buzzer go off, I can still remember the sound of everyone smacking the bar above the door as we ran out onto the gym floor. As we were all getting into positions I look back and see the tallest guy is 5’6. I was so relieved that everyone wasn’t going to get murdered that day. That game I didn’t start but about two minutes in coach took all the starters out and put in all the second string. I can still remember when Nate Paul ran to the other side of the court and almost scored for the other team. That game was probably the one game I will always remember because I scored so many points in the paint, got around ten rebounds, and blocked their whole team. I was so hyped up that my heart was going a million miles an hour. I can still remember fighting over this kid for jump ball that when I ripped it I slung him across the court and almost got a technical foul. That game was the highlight of my season because I got in for almost the whole game. I really thought I was the man. I was taking their cookies left and right

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.