Descriptive Essay About Football

but he didn't know how his parents would react. He got into the shower feeling the water flow down his long silver hair.He thought about how the water made him feel and how this is what he wanted that he wanted to be a professional swimmer. He got out of the shower and changed into his casual clothes and put his headphones on and his backpack and walked out as he was about to leave he bumped into a guy he was taller than him with black hair and green eyes and slightly tan but he was more on the pale

the Johnnies, playing catch with my cousins and uncles, and helping out on the sidelines with the Chain Gang crew. These long days in the sun, rain, and snow are some of the most memorable of my life. Clemens Stadium means more than football to me. I have learned about perseverance and not giving up when things seem impossible. One game in particular stands out in my mind. My cousin Eric, a senior at the time, played on the Johnnies defense. He had just come back from a year-long recovery from an

Green grass splattered with tiny drops of rain, wrung from soft rain-clouds, tickle my sandaled feet as I walk across the field. Each step brings me closer and closer to the noise and excitement of the game but, even that isn't going to distract me. I imagine his face now, smiling at me. Absolute bliss wriggles its way like a worm into my stomach and suddenly I can't breathe. I almost laugh at myself for getting so flustered but then I remember that there's no time for that and my step counts continue

Going into high school was a big deal for me. A new school with new teachers, friends, classes, and just about anything else you could think of. Everything was new except for soccer. I had been playing soccer since I was five years old, and it had become my favorite hobby since. This year, I had hoped to make varsity on the team, but being the shy, stand back kid I am, I didn’t have the courage to take that spot and become a leader of the team. Being a leader along with a hard working attitude, a

starts with Monroe winning the coin toss and choosing to receive the ball. As the team goes on to the field for kick off I shake in the air with excitement ready for the game to begin. The stands are on their feet ready for the game to begin. The football is kicked and all I can do is shake. The home team runs down the field and makes a touchdown in the first twenty seconds. I am back into the air waiting for the home team to kick off. The game is so exciting my blonde headed owner and the rest of

As I dig my heels nervously into the artificial grass, I think about the cleats that have run across this field in the many home games. Especially that last rivalry game which was the game that was of most importance to everyone at that school. The game was between the north and south county high schools and just about everyone and their brother had come out to watch the sweaty football players run back and forth across that field. Since my school hosted the game, the whole student body wore black:

anybody who has been to a high school football game. High School football is a great sport to watch and enjoy. There are so many aspects that make football great. The players, the coaches, the environment the crowd, the cheers, and everything else about football make it super exciting. People are always on the edge of their chair. There are always fantastic plays to be made. Football at the high school level if so much fun. Hours before the game, the football field is barren. The grass has been freshly

for the big game at McGee Hughes Wright field. I stood on the sidelines, at the end of the first cheerleader row and right in front of the bass drum players in the stands; I can already feel the overwhelming sensation of energy from the last home football game as a senior. I stood dressed in uniform: a vibrant, larger than my head, red bow, ponytail tight and matted from hairspray, my Varsity white polyester cheerleader uniform with a small stain on the end of the skirt from gooey cheese fries

Events, golf and fishing are my favorite things in life not only because my dad enjoys them, but because we enjoy them together. I have loved to golf with my Dad since a very young age, I still remember receiving my first set of clubs when I was in about Kindergarten, it was a nike bag with only a driver, iron and putter in the bag. The amount of clubs or quality of the bag did not matter to me, I thought they were the

kickoff. Welcome to Longhorn Football. The ground is ridden with beer bottles, even though it's only 11:00 AM, the burnt orange stadium is visible from space. The band begins to play, the anticipation builds, the Texas Cowboys fire Smokey the Cannon, consequently the Longhorns burst from the tunnel, with one objective. Win at all costs, and within that moment, like a massive volcano the crowd erupts. Thinking to myself, looking around me, I knew my idea of football was about to be flipped on its head