Descriptive Essay About Football

The game of football is still in its infancy. The invention of the forward pass and its official adoption in 1906 is proof positive that fundamentally the game has room to advance. “By all accounts, the forward pass was the invention that saved the game of football after a great rugby player from Yale in the 1880s, Walter Camp, pioneered rules changes that slowly transformed rugby into the new game of American Football.” -Birth of Pro Football

I waited weary in anticipation of what name would break out of the happy-go-lucky collegiate cheerleader’s boisterous mouth as he was announcing the two lucky 2017 National Cheerleading Association All Americans out of all 4 Belton cheer squads. I replay this moment in my most vivid dreams, feeling the excitement of the halcyon moment grow greater and greater as the nerves and emotions grew stronger and stronger. A moment as imperative as this showed me in the most transparent way that hard, continuous work and growth pays off in many more ways than one.

I remember the gut wrenching feeling looking at the bright computer screen on that Wednesday evening not seeing my name. The confidence I had a minute before was all taken away in an instant. I didn’t make the middle school cheerleading team. I know it seems like a first world problem, but I wanted more than anything to make that team and when I found out I did not make the cut I was devastated. I had worked so hard to put myself in the best position possible. I practiced motions, jumps, and even smiling until my cheeks went numb. Unfortunately, this did not do much in terms of getting put on the team.

I refused to cheer too much because I know it would drive my focus away and it was best to stay humble. I reminded the offensive team this because it would be our hubris if we let our victories envelope our heads. By the end of the final quarter, we had won our game by only a 2-point conversion. The cannonade from my chest was still lunging towards the outside world. Throughout the game I feared failure, yet I overcame it. Realizing that my role was more influential than I known previously, I adapted to the pressure. I reflected on my own performance and knew I could do better. There was so much I could improve on and I was determined to be the

If one were to walk into a national cheerleading competition they would immediately be overwhelmed by the smell of hairspray, and the sight of: glitter everywhere, bright lipstick, girls chanting amongst their teams, and huge hair bows. When it comes time to perform, all of the cheerleaders hit the mat with huge smiles and crazy facial expressions to make the crowd excited. Cheerleaders, exhibiting confidence and grace, are allover the United States, and they dedicate their lives to the sport. Sometimes though, competition cheerleaders are not seen as extreme athletes, but stereotyped as “sideline cheerleaders”. To summarize the Webster definition of a sport, it is an activity involving physical effort and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment purposes. Although the NCAA, does not recognize cheerleading as a sport; the aspects of competition cheerleading’s “All-Star Cheerleader” truly

At the end of an 8th-grade year, the office called any girls wanting to try out for high school cheer. HIGH SCHOOL CHEER!! The next step of cheer, cheering at the football games, basketball games. I was excited to try out for high school cheerleading. Even cheering with upper classmen! The paper that was given to us had a bunch of words on it, it gave us choices like: “Just Football”, “Just Basketball”, “Football and Basketball”, and another one that said, “Competition, Football, and Basketball”. I thought to myself, “What was the competition cheer like?” No idea, but on the cheerleading Facebook page, there were new coaches. This was going to be their third year as a UHS high school cheer coach. They were also really pretty, and on the

My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our

The countless hours of sweat I had spent on seemingly the hottest days of the summer and once again during the reopening of school, the occasional bruises I would receive when a flyer wasn’t able to hit her spot on time and came tumbling down into my arms, and of course the persistent itch I would feel along my neck from my body suit all served as reminders of one of the biggest aspects of my high school life till date — cheerleading. Ever since I had sat in the bleachers as an 8th grader during the first fall pep rally, I had been mesmerized by the way the uniformed bodies seemed to move in sync. The way they seemed to hit every step with precision, the way their glimmering bows sat atop their head, and the way that confidence radiated off

Right before kick off, the boys huddled in a circle and chanted the familiar words Coach Peters says to them every day. At first the rest of the cheerleaders and I couldn’t hear very well, but then we heard the words, “Won’t be beat.” As the football players repeated those words, so did we. Our school was finally becoming a true Falcon family. We all had the same goal, “Be great at everything,” as Coach Peters says. As my team and I lined up on the side of the field for the kick off, I could hear the rustling of the poms like leaves on a windy autumn day. Standing next to my team, all I could smell was hairspray and perfume; because of course cheerleaders have to look good 24/7, right? As West kicked the ball and the game officially started, I heard the huge roar of the crowd. There were so many people and they were all so loud that it sounded like I was at an NFL game or some extravagant

Going to high school for the first time, I couldn’t decide if I should try out for the cheerleading team or wait a year. Since I had time and had been on the other squads, I decided “why not?” I had nothing to lose but a lot to gain. Tryouts were not as hard as I thought, but I just knew I had to be on the squads. The tryout consisted of learning the routine they made up. Making up your own routine, doing splits, and making a chant, Yet although these things were not that hard, I still was not sure whether I would make the team or not. The time came for the judges to make their decision on who made the squad. Totaling the votes, they handed the results to the coach. She gave her speech that all coaches give. E were all good, but only few could

It was the awards ceremony of the State Championship Gymnastics Competition of 2015. All the gymnasts were sitting in circles on the floor with their teams, listening to the announcer name off the state champions of the floor exercise. Many were crying, happy or sad tears I couldn’t tell, but quite frankly I didn’t care. I knew I didn’t place on floor so I laid back and stared at the ceiling thinking that if Newton Gymnastics did not get first in team placements, I’d probably refuse to move from the spot I was in until they changed the placement. We had worked far too hard for anything less than

Last night I made the drive to Union Local high school to watch my first game, that featured Wier, West Virginia and the Union Local Jets. The stadium was very nice, with the only complaint being three bucks to park.

The memory still plays so clearly in my mind. I was at soccer practice and the results were to be posted on Durant High School's website between 3:20 and 4:00 pm. Oh how I had longed and fretfully awaited for these results; and finally, the time had come. I had glanced at the clock a couple minutes earlier, I recall reading “3:22 p.m.” I shouted to my friend, “Jenny, have the results come in yet?” “Not yet!” Jenny bellowed back. One sprint later I hear Jenny calling my name: “You made it Jade! You made it!” I had made the Varsity Cheerleading squad for the upcoming 2016-2017 season.

Standing like soldiers around the dark blue mat with our slick black and white uniforms and our hair tied back into high, tight pony tails, we prepare to compete. We all looked in unison from the bright and vibrant red lipstick on our lips, to our crisp white tennis shoes on our feet, we were ready to compete. By far this was the biggest competition was had been in, we could feel the presence of the hundreds of people in the stands and the cold, heartless eyes of the judges peering at us when we were about to take the mat. There are two parts to cheerleading, the physical part and the emotional part both very challenging.

“F.E.A.R has two meanings- Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything and Rise. The choice is yours.” Last year, around October, my competitive cheer team and I, had our first competition at Jacob’s High School. Additionally, my whole family came along with me to the competition! We had been practicing since July, in fact, we were all very prepared. Although all of us were pretty nervous, yet at the same time very jumpy .