Descriptive Essay About Football

"It's time to go!" my mom yelled on Saturday morning. I reluctantly rolled out of bed. Our first game was early in the morning, which meant that both teams would be sluggish and tired. But when we arrived at the fields, the dew dampened my socks and the fresh scent of grass energized me. As my teammates joined me, my anticipation for the game grew. Throughout the whole day, we used all of our energy and squashed the competition. Just like the regular season, we had won all of our games. As the bright blue sky faded to orange, our team rested on a hill and listened as our coach, Mark, gave a pep talk. "You played well today!" he said encouragingly. "We're playing in the championship game tomorrow at noon. Be there at 11:30." Reagan, an eighth grader, added, "Let's get a win tomorrow!' Cheering excitedly, we headed toward our cars.

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.

We were use to playing in the outfield of a middle school baseball field with many ditches and potholes that were ankle sprains waiting to happen. Aberdeen’s stadium even had an announcer who called on all of our names. Bryant, my best friend and star safety on our team, and I had never been so excited to play an away game even against the number one team in the league. We all ran out to the field one by one, doing handshakes and chest bumps that almost injured a couple of us before the game even started. We didn't care. We were full of adrenaline. We were ready to win a football game. The game was a defensive show out, and we had managed to hold their star running back under fifty yards rushing through three quarters of

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

Visit any rural small town in America on a Friday night in the fall and you will find a few hundred to several thousand fans gathered around a football field to cheer on their hometown team. By 7:00 pm the scene is the same anywhere you go. Parking lots, filled to capacity, spill over to the roadsides and barrow pits. The smell of grilled burgers and popcorn floats from the concessions stand over the field and bleachers. Proud fathers size up the opponent as they share rumors or news from the past week. Nervous mothers bundle up their children in coats and blankets. Young boys start their own pick-up games on any grassy makeshift field that can be found. Young girls huddle in groups to talk about boys. Cheerleaders dressed in school colors

Everyone runs in order to join the linemen as we get ready to go on the field and to get our pregame talk and speech. Everyone starts to put their shoulder pads on and take the helmets of the hooks from their lockers. The locker room is still as the coaches’ talk about the game and strategize in coaches’ office, the only thing moving or making sound is the sound system as it plays some pump up music. Everyone is getting pumped and in the mood, with feet tapping and legs moving up and down. The coach walks out the coaches’ office with the other coaches flowing out behind him. Everyone’s head rises up, and eyes lock on to coach as he starts to

At kickoff the student section was rowdy as usual, calling obnoxious chants and getting in trouble with the new athletic director and Mrs. Moore. Although they were the same chants I had heard a thousand times before, somehow being a senior made them seem more real. Almost like this time when the boys heard them, it would do some good. The first half of the game went by so quickly, but I guess time flies when you’re having fun. Campus scored the first touchdown early in the second quarter and made their field goal, putting themselves on the scoreboard first. It was a little disheartening, but nothing could kill our spirit. At the beginning of the third quarter, Kade made a touchdown and our confidence was restored.

It’s game day and after a long day in school, I am already tired from the anticipation. I got up at 6:45 a.m., brushed my teeth and, with insane nervousness, laced up my stained worn in sneakers. Eight hours later at full volume, the last class bell rings as the walls shook and vibrated like the tail of a rattle snake, I feel the excitement immediately; there is a buzz of football anticipation coming from my teammates; loud talking and laughter as the marching band lines up to enter the stadium. A little voice inside my head is on repeat saying “We got this!". I start buying it. And just like a blanket straight out of the warm dryer a calm comes over me. I relished every minute as a student athlete. While college football has ended like dusk

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.

My stomach churned like a whirlpool as I stepped onto the field. Today we were going to play our first game in the flag football tournament that Mr. Bentley, the elementary school PE teacher organized. LSU, our team, versus UCLA, our opponents. Mr. Bentley even had us choose college football team names to make it more fun. I quickly strapped the flags along my waist, following my teammates example.

I stood in front of the crowd of Newton High football fans with my arm raised saluting the waving American flag. The beginning of a sunset behind the flag only made the band’s ceremonious playing seem slightly more personal in attendants hearts. As they charged through the last notes, the hip to hip crowd went crazy. This marked the official beginning of my last football season.

Sweat drowned my vision as I gazed from one side of the field to another until at last I located the auburn oval I’d seen so many games before. My surroundings transformed into a collage of sapphire and crimson figures as I concentrated on the light brown leather object placed roughly five yards from the goal. I did not think about my scrapes, bruises, or how irritating my helmet was. I only cared about the football. The stench of sweat, grass, and desire was powerful, but it couldn’t sway

Liam Craig dashes after a white frisbee as it darts through the air. He leaps and catches the disc while simultaneously crossing the goal line into the end zone. On the evening of April 23, 2017, the Northfield Church Frisbee Group joined together on the Spring Creek Soccer Complex for a spirited first outdoor game of the year. Soggy soccer fields and bare feet made an entertaining combination as people slid and fell multiple times during the game.

Imagine it’s a wintry Sunday, and you decide to go into the inside warmth of your home. You grab your favorite chips and drink on your way to your long-awaited sofa. While you rest, you flip through many TV channels until something finally catches your eye. You hear grunts and clanking of equipment coming out of the speaker. You can see many men running, tackling, and hustling to get a brown, oval-shaped ball. It’s a football game, and the New York Jets are up 27-21, 4th down, at the 9-yard line, with 13 seconds left. Eli Manning, the New York Giants quarterback, catches a whirling snap from the center and drops back about five yards. The Jet’s defense comes rushing with intensity, trying to snatch the ball or to make the perfect tackle. Eli, with little time to spare, scrambles to the right, performing a perfect juke move and sidearm throwing the ball to Odell Beckham Jr., his favorite receiver. With time dwindling down, the ball soars and spirals through the air and is caught in the end zone with “0:00” on the clock. The crowd is in awe, screaming with excitement! Aldrick Rosas, the New York Giants kicker, aims and kicks away at the ball held by his teammate, luckily making the extra point. The Giants won 28-27! What a game!

We were on the bus on September 9, 2017, in Brecksville, Ohio. As the bus was pulling up to the stadium it was dead on the bus as we were all focusing in on one of the hardest games of the season. As we were getting off the bus we felt the intense heat of the sun beating down on our bodies and the sweat was slowly foaming on our faces. During warm up we were all being very serious and not messing around, trying to prepare for the game we were about to play. As the time of the warm up was slowly coming to an end we already had sweat dripping down our damp faces. As we gathered in the huddle we all had a very serious look on our face all looking at each other and our coach waiting patiently to see what he had to say before the game started.