Descriptive Essay About Football Day

Some would say that baseball is America’s favorite past time, but im I am here to tell you that that is most certainly not the case anymore. As the years have gone by Football football has become increasingly popular with American families. In the text that follows ill I will give you a brief overview as to why Football football is Americas new favorite past time.

Friday morning it is the day everyone in the city has been waiting for and I literally mean everybody. It is just something special about that day..... wait it is not just something its bigger than that it's football friday. I wake up 7:00AM sharp take a shower, get dressed, and i am putting on my best shoes and favorite outfit. I am dressed and out the door by 7:30am. and arrving at the field house to get my goodie bag. you are problably wondering whats in it, its nothing but a bunch of sweets and granola bars for the senior players along with a gatorade.

I break out in a light jog. Everything seems like a blur. I’m still unsure of where I am but I keep going. Concealing my panic, I distract myself by trying to find a way out. I assess the situation.

I run. I run as fast as I can. As I am exiting the forest I can see the barn. There’s a barn…on fire. It was my fault. The fire I started engulfed the barn in flames. It is burning down. What do I do? I will just run. OH NO! There are people. They are the elders.

As I walk out from the train on to the rocky pavement, I am astonished by the amount of people pushing in one direction. As I look around I see huge departure boards with station names, train numbers, and departure times. I see people carrying bags, dragging rolling bags, and unconscious of their surroundings. It’s amazing how they manage to not run into one another. As soon as I make my way through the crowded mob of people to the narrow escalator, I go up the stairs to the ground

It was a Saturday morning kind of the typical Saturday for a 13 year old boy in the late 90’s. Early morning cartoons and no school, but I was on a football team called the Pasadena Ponies, Junior pee wee was the division I was in, and today was game day. I wasn’t a starter at the position I played, but this day I was in luck I was starting. I had no clue what was in store for me, but at the end of this day I felt good about myself.

I can feel the Fire Monster spread his flames engulfing the whole house. The flames dance dangerously close, and just before they reach me arms wrap around me and pull me away. All I think to do is scream, I scream to be let go and I scream for help.

Walk up the cold steps. My heart beating exhausting, fast, feeling like It’s close to leap out of my chest.I don’t wish to be here, why am I here. I may gyrate straight away, GO! GO! GO! The thought goes through my head. Panic fleeing going through each of my nerves in my body. My senses strain, each sensation raised multiple.

Rusty sent us an email on loyalty,” murmured AJ. I stopped walking halfway down the sidewalk. “He did?” I chuckled. That’s when I realized my decisions have big effects on people.

Just as I began to get comfortable panic and fear hit me as an announcement on the hotel intercom yelled, “EVERYONE MUST EVACUATE THIS BUILDING IMMEDIATELY, YOU ARE IN IMMEDIATE DANGER PROCCED TO THE EXIT, DO NOT USE THE ELEVATOR.” Since my parents were still downstairs I started panicking because I had no clue what was going on. I quickly grabbed my backpack and other essentials and began leaving the room. In addition, having to walk down twelve flight of stairs would be another issue. Well looks like I have no choice I think to myself as I began going down the stairs. Thoughts rush into my head about all of the things that could possibly go wrong. As I am walking down I send a quick test to my parents and continue jogging down the stairs. At last I step down the last step and I am out of breath. I guess I have definitely worked off those donuts I thought to myself.

My arm was still sore but I had to keep moving. As I was walking I noticed some smoke in the distance of what could possibly be a campfire. As I climbed over the ridge I noticed that someone must have been out here because the smoke was coming from a small patch of trees in an open landscape. As I got closer to the smoke, it didn’t sound or look like anyone was still there. I wasn’t surprised to not see anyone but just a bunch of trash and smoldering embers in a makeshift fire pit. I looked around the area for anything useful or signs of people. There were tire tracks all around the area so that was a good first sign. I considered following the tire tracks but I needed to rest and recover before I can make the

I liven up when a group of cyclists passes us and waves. Where did they come from out of nowhere? I have no chance to check if Zak is one of them. Though, he would have shouted my name or something. When we reach the end of Olive Mill Road, it curves to the right. The effort it takes to pedal has amplified. My legs ache and my lungs burn

The door creaks as I turn with the flashlight around the corner. I navigate my way to the front door and slowly close it behind me. I put on my skin -tight cycling kit and start to push my bike to the gate. I look up and am acquainted with the still dark night sky staring at me…

I sprinted onto the field to the noise of the most raucous crowd I had ever seen or heard at Dickinson Stadium, home of the Newton North Tigers. The occasion was not a playoff game, a clash of two of the state’s best teams, or even a rivalry game. It was the school’s one “Friday Night Lights” or “FNL” game for the season. Even on a cold October night against a weak Framingham squad, the allure of FNL drew more fans than any other game. Football games always gave me an adrenaline rush, but that night was another level, it was as though there was a bubble around the Newton North campus, all the problems of the outside world were forgotten. There was only this game, this atmosphere, this moment. When I went into the game for the first time, I was both the most nervous and most excited I had been all season.

My team has not won a game all season, not one, only two touchdowns have been scored by us so far. My team is heading over to another game, expected to be the hardest one yet. Everyone is saying we will not win because this is the best team in our league. I am very anxious about if our team can really lift ourselves up from being “defeated” in the league. Our coach says if we win any game this season, we can pour our water all over him, I wished I could do that, because it is always fun when I do. Though I never knew we were ever going to win a game this season, all I had was hope and determination to try my hardest.