Descriptive Essay About Football

As dirt, sweat, and the taste of blood grazed my taste buds, tears began to streak down my face making an imprint on the painted white line my cleats stood on top of. The cold medal hung around my neck as warm arms and pride enveloped me. The feelings and emotions that have been shoved down inside decided to make their appearance. Who knew a sport could mean so much?

My community observation occurred during a high school football game. The football game was between Ignatius Wildcats and Mentor Cardinals that took place on Friday evening on September 4th of this

Most people believe soccer is nothing but just a game , but for me, it's more than a game it's a passion. Soccer involves hard work , dedication , and long hours out in the field. It takes hard work to be out in the field playing with a ball aggressively and with skills. Soccer is a sport where there is no giving up , in order to be successful, you need to practice intensely to get stronger and better every day. There's times where you want to give up, but you just can't you need to find some type of motivation to keep you going. My coach is the person who has made an impact in my life . By that it changed me in many different ways. He has been able to motivate me , support me , and not letting me fail.

Growing up in the small rural town of Tuttle, Oklahoma is something I would not trade for anything. I will always remember the homecoming football games. I saw these games from a different perspective than most, beginning from when I was in the marching band. I remember how hot, heavy and old the uniforms we had to wear every Friday night where. I also recall all the good memories I made with my friends on those autumn nights, from marching on the field to playing our fight song, Tiger Rag, when our team made a touchdown. For four years, starting with my Seventh-grade year this was how life was.

The stands were filled with the same mix of generations whose sons, fathers, grandfathers and great, grandfathers played in this humble stadium for this unapologetically proud town. And the people know their football. They live for their football. The rules of the game are just as simple as the rules they live their lives by—work hard, treat others with respect, be accountable and don’t forget where you came

Screaming supporting students that are cheering on the team and flooding the bleachers, an announcer commentating during the game, and tall flood lights that brighten and enhance a 360 by 160 foot football field, and the crimson, gray, and white uniforms worn by the football players.The savory smell of hot dogs and nacho cheese in the air all through the bleachers, and the smell of grass closer to the field. I’m cheering on the football players, but I’m not in the bleachers, I’m calling out the cheers, showing tons of spirit, putting up stunts, and throwing girls in the air. After that I cradle them, throw them out the stunt safely and yell “LET’S GO VAN NUYS!”.

The roar of the crowds on opposite ends of the field are music to my hears. Thousands of different voices all spurting out a million separate ideas on how to set up our Aztec mascot tunnel, while the band blares out the latest pop hit insync. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch the football players take the field. I look up into the stands and see the joy on all of my friend’s faces. I smile as I recall all the hard work I’ve done in order to make this night, along with all the others, so memorable. This has been my world since that first home football game freshman year. ASB or the associated student body class I’ve taken the past three years of high school, truly has helped shaped me into the person I am today. By being actively involved

Soccer. fast moving, strategy, competitive, I loved those aspects in the game. In the month of March, when all the soccer tryouts began, I decided to try out for an older team which was 2 years older-my brother's team- just for fun. I went out on the day of the trial and surprisingly, I made the team. Feeling as if I had won the million dollar lottery, filled with excitement, on the side with fear because there were boys who were enormous and strong on my team. The only reason they were bigger, because I was 2 years younger.

The Nebraska football stadium, otherwise known as the Memorial Stadium, is one of the most famous stadiums ever. There have been 360 and counting consecutive sellouts in this stadium. In fact it’s a world record, beating second place by more than 100 games. As you can probably tell I get a little nerdy about this kind of stuff. With that information, on the other hand, this shows how the Nebraska Cornhuskers have the best college football fans in history. When I joyfully walked into the stadium the pregame feeling melted with the sun and I began to feel that game time feeling. This is when your mind is only set to the game in front of

Bright lights and dark nights are what every Friday night consisted of for every high school student. Despite every negative comment they got about our football team, students were still out there standing in the freezing cold weather showing support for our football team. What made this football season unforgettable was that after having years of zero points on the board, the football team managed little by little to put points up on the board. As the Hopkins football player comes toward Florencio Guilarte as fast as lightning, he throws the football to his teammate right on time. Breaking history is what this moment is and what they were doing. Breaking the negative comments and showing that they are working hard everyday to improve and make

Sweat running down my dad’s and my face. Our faces were as red as a juicy tomato. Before the game I got to take a locker room tour, where I could go in the locker room look at the team’s rings and the player's’ jersey. I got lucky I got to high five their starting quarterback Deshaun Kizer. After getting to play football on the Notre

People have always loved to play games. The human race has created hundreds of thousands of games to entertain themselves and to compete with one another. The most beloved games are those of physical sports. One of these sports, that has become a worldwide phenomenon, is the game soccer. The entire world gathers every four years to send out their best team, and to see which country is the ultimate champion. To play the game of soccer, there needs to be referees to ensure that the players are safe and are following the rules. Though this was once a highly respected position, in Virginia, working as a referee is no longer worth the time, due to a lack of respect, no support system, and the constant variations and changes to the rules.

It was a Boise morning. Nothing really important, only a Regional Final! Yeah you read that right, a Regional Final. Before you think of happy endings, that’s not exactly always true, “You can’t win them all.” We loosen-up before the ninety minute game, having butterflies because if you have forgotten it’s a Final. It was a marvelous day with no cloud in the sky, the sun was bright as it could be. The referee gasped and blew the whistle with all the capacity of his lungs. The game began, the ball was moving back and forth like ping- pong game. Before the game started the grass was a bright green with a texture soft as a newborn’s blanket, and just three minutes into the game the field was a horrendous mess, the field had scars, the

The cool fall practices. The roar of the cheering section as Payton breaks a long run, or Mike connects with Xavier for a touchdown; The deafening silence of the field just before the snap of the ball. Memories of the best times of my life flood my mind. Braxton Higgins plowing over piles of our opponents and then keeps on going. Vasi flying from left to right making the other team's defense look like first graders. Keith, Jake, and Bryson destroying any linebacker stupid enough to blitz a gap. Austin and Braxton’s thousand tackles. Seth’s long arms sacks. Hunters one handed interceptions, and Isaiah's knockout hits. The games we should have won. The booing of the crowd at the refs for the million bad calls. The heart stopping defensive stand against cedar. The cheering as we take the center of the field after the game. The tears streaming down the faces of our long time bitter rivals as we celebrate on the field for the first time against them in ten years. The memories made on that field will stick with us forever. Whether you were on the sideline, on the field, in the cheering section, in the booth, or not even there at all. The memories there will last a lifetime. Every player has left their mark on the field. Wether is a drop of blood, a clear indent, or a memory that will stay behind and remain in that part of the field forever. Everyone has left a little part of theirself on that

“Football is like life - it requires perseverance, self denial, hard work, sacrifice, dedication and respect for authority” - Vince Lombardi. When I used to play football and even today, my friends still call me Creek. They call me Creek because just like a River, a Creek flows through the jagged and rough rocks, but there is more than one reason why my nickname is Creek and I will tell you why.