Creative Writing: Up The Field

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Hearing him say that to me made me want to drop my things and walk out of the room, I wanted to turn away from football and never look back. Instead I went with it, that whole practice I was mad and everyone could tell. Many times, that day players would come up and ask “hey man is everything okay?” The only thing I could even say back was “I’m fine,” but they all knew I was anything but fine.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

I was pushed around, yelled and cursed at by some of the biggest dads I have ever seen, but I kept my spirits high in order to pursue greatness. I wasn’t used to wearing a helmet and pads, so catching a football was a challenge. A few weeks down the road, after many hours of observation, the coaches put me on defense in the position of Defensive End. I had no idea what this position was and what my job was. I learned that the Defensive End (DE), plays on the very end of the defensive line and the job of the DE is to rush the Quarterback and to stop any run plays in my direction. I wasn’t very good at doing my job and my coach sought me out and reminded me of that every

The only issue with this was the corner on the right wouldn’t slide to left. Despite I wasn’t the one to mess up our assignments as to where to go I was pulled following the play. We won the game in the end as a result of my assisting in the forcing and recovering of a fumble on kickoff to secure our win. In the next week we practiced monday through friday out of the following week in an effort to prepare for the first round of the national tournament that weekend. I had earned a starting spot at corner by this time and when it came to play the Tennessee state team. I played well only allowing 2 catches for 11 yards despite this I was pulled partly through the second quarter for a reason I did not know. I didn’t have a clue on what to think or what to do but to redeem myself the following day in our game against the Kentucky state team. I started by watching the film of the Kentucky team from previous games they had played. In watching the film I noticed an important detail nobody else had seen and that was the detail that tipped off the defense as to whether they were running or passing. That detail could provide

As I started my senior year of highschool, I was approached by my head basketball coach. He approached me to tell me that he wanted me to help coach middle school basketball. At first I was a little skeptical because I already was incredibly busy. Because I did not want to disappoint my coach, I decided that I was going to go ahead and do it. I missed the first four days of practice because I had cross country practice after school. On a Friday, I was able to go to a practice. We went over our plays and scrimmaged each other. I was a little flustered because I had no idea the name of most of the kids. Practice ended and the head coach told me that I was coaching the B team on my own the next day. I was surprised to hear him say that. I couldn’t believe that I was going to be coaching a whole team on my

We ended up losing the game 19-0, while we got dominated most of the game. But then after the game when everybody shook the coaches hands, they told all older kids and running backs how great they were, but when I went up, he didn’t even say anything. Not even a little “Good job this year.” I walked off that field hoping I never had to deal with that coach again. And my wish was granted, as this year we got one of the High School coaches who played everybody fairly and linemen were not at all overlooked. He helped us and even put the game on us sometimes. It had more pressure, but I loved it. I was visible

I am still mouthing the offensive line of the other team, and by this time they are all glaring at me. The play snaps, it is a pass, I rush the quarterback and sack him for a loss of 8 yards. The other team's coach is yelling “don't let that kid get through that line again!” The next play, they line up in a similar formation that they scored off of earlier, so I yell out watch the reverse, and sure enough it was a reverse and our other linebacker tackled him at the 32 yard line. After that the lineman are still glaring at me and this time when it is a run the triple block me, so I can’t even get to the play. We stop them just short of the first down. On offense we run the ball a couple times then pass it for a first down. We run a couple more and get stopped short by a couple yards. It is third down, we are running fatboy, which is a trick play. I line up in I formation act like I’m going right to get the ball, our quarterback gives me a fake handoff, our wide receiver comes from the other side, and takes the ball. I am the lead blocker at this point, I see the outside linebacker coming down to get the tackle I block him and stumble to the ground. However I manage to stay on my feet and continue running with our wide out, because there is only one person left to block and that is the safety. I sprint ahead and block the guy at his knees because that was the only way I could block him. We end up

So today I had soccer practice as I do ever Monday except this practice, my coach snapped at me. As a little back story, a few practices back, my coach yelled at me again. I was told to get a partner and a ball except both me and my partner got a ball so I told her I already have a ball. I said and I quote; “Ky I already have a ball.” Right after this was said, my coach snapped at me for not focusing and told me that he wasn’t in the mood. But today, he was explaining a drill and one of our balls was kicked onto another field so I turned around, waved my hand, and got the ball back to then pay attention again to what my coach was explaining. He, just like last time, got angry with me about how I wasn’t paying attention, when I was really just getting a ball.

On my first day of rocket football practice in fifth grade I was nervous. This was the first year at my new school I would be playing football; Because of this I felt I had to prove myself to the players and the coaches. Unexpectedly, my coach yelled promptly at 6pm for us to fall into a line. Out of fear of running laps we all compelled to orders. Being the new guy, I was shoved to the fresh start of the line, after chatting with the two coaches beside him. Suddenly he began to speak in a less tempered voice. In such a way that made it seem he just realized he was yelling at kids to begin with. Calmly, he told us about how we were not allowed to practice without our helmet, shoulder

One morning during practice, my coach approached and requested that I play the point guard position for the upcoming tournament in place of my friend who was unable to participate due to a sprained ankle. Initially, I was very apprehensive about taking this position as they held the crucial responsibility of constantly assessing the situation and determining the best course of action for the team to take. Unsurprisingly, my performance during this first practice was disastrous due to my lack of experience. However, despite my initial failure, I did not remain discouraged for long. I began examining the habits of the varsity point guards during practice and accepted constructive criticism from my teammates to help improve my results. Eventually,

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,