Descriptive Essay - The Football Practice Field

The air of a brisk Friday night hit my face as I walked out of the locker room. Inspirational music fills my head, as I think of what needs to be done tonight. The opponent is Olivet, they’re tough but can be knocked off if we execute.

Plush green turf enclosed by glimmering yellow lines begs to be torn up by the spikes of cleats. Two large nets with huge white mesh and glistening white frames await the impact of a precious white and black sphere. Step onto this field and all worries vanish away and empowerment emerges. Just a ball, a uniform and a team waiting to show the opponents what soccer is all about. The shining lights and boisterous crowd create a grand atmosphere as fans await for the teams to perform; almost like it is their job. The roar of the crowd helps numb the sting from the brisk fall air. All of a sudden, you hear your name echo through the stands as you run to give the players and coaches’ a gesture of camaraderie and encouragement. Just being in this moment gives you goose bumps. The excitement of the atmosphere consumes me and the rush of adrenaline makes me invincible where nothing can stop me. As I compete alongside your teammates, a feeling of unity begins to emerge. I no longer see these people as just teammates; I see them as brothers, and I know that they have my back no matter what.

All I could see through my big glasses were droplets of rain. I breathe in the crisp fall air, and begin to strap on these old, beaten up white leather gloves. As I strap on those beaten up gloves, I carefully remove the strap from the velcro and tighten the strap against my wrists. While I adjust the tightness of my gloves, I soak in the football stadium lights like it’s the warm rays of the sun. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I finish putting on my gloves. I close my eyes breathe in, and put my hands in its beginning position to conduct. My hands are parallel to the ground, and on the same plane as my sternum. My body is cold from the chilly fall weather, but my hands are sweating from excitement, nervousness, and the heat that’s trapped in these gloves. Before this competition, I take one last breath in, and look at these gloves. These gloves used to be white, shiny, creaseless, and lifeless. I notice each creavis, each crease, and each scratch on this gloves, before the competition. After, two seasons of constantly wearing these white leather gloves, they slowly became gray, dull, and full of life.

When he walks into the arena, he instantly feels the thrill. The sport he loves to follow brings many feelings and sensations throughout his body. He scans his ticket at the gate and enters the lobby. He can smell beer and hot dogs, the classic rink food that is a staple in every concession stand. With a chill bubbly beverage in his left hand and the steamy, tinfoil wrapped hot dog in the other he makes his way to his seat. Sitting in his designated spot, he watches the players slice through the ice. His jeans protect him from the gelid metal bench, but the chill still slightly seeps through. The lights go out and spotlights flicker off the glassy ice while catching glimpses of the players who are waiting for the starting lineup. A powerful

Rain pounds down on top of my shako and my breathing is hard and ragged. The roar of the audience is deafening and the tears streaming down my face make it difficult to see. My drum majors put their hands down and my mellophone goes down with them. I run off the field and find my sister. It's her senior year. I hug her and collapse into sobs. The rush that I felt on the field makes me feel as light as air.

My high school football field has held the most significance in my life thus far for a plethora of reasons. Not only is this the place I have spent the time during my high school career, but it is the place I achieved the most personal growth. I first stepped onto this field as a intimidated eight grader being asked to march with the high school band, yet four years later, I walked off this field mature, confident, and ready to start my senior year in a new home. For four years I began each day rehearsing on this field before school. Who I am today was shaped dramatically by what I accomplished on this field. Here was where I felt what it’s like to be truly ardent about something and how much motivation and self-discipline it takes to be successful,

Ernest Singleton, Superintendent of the Premont Independent School District, realized, “by suspending sports . . . the district could save $150,000 in one year” (Ripley 11). Additionally, Ripley maintains that caring for a grass field can amount to over twenty thousand dollars annually (11). One can see from this information that the costs of school sports add up very quickly, devouring funds that would be better used for academic purposes, such as purchasing materials like paper and glue that teachers currently have to buy themselves. Ultimately, tremendous amounts of money are spent on athletics, but in the long run, these are not nearly as important as having adequate supplies in the

One warm spring day in March I wore my favorite shirt to soccer practice. During soccer practice it was 70 degrees, perfect weather for my favorite shirt. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me about my favorite shirt.

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.

Playing football has had the most impact on the development of my character. I started playing football when I was 5 years old. Playing football has taught me many valuable lessons. While playing football, I have better understood the values of hard work. Football taught me that the only way to succeed in something is by working harder than anyone else. Football has also taught me that when working with a team, everybody has an important role and if one person slacks off it hurts the entire team. There is no “I” in team and teamwork is a valuable life lesson. Whenever teammates are focused on individual accomplishments, instead of the team’s success, the team as a whole does not perform as well. I have learned through this that when you

It started in early June; the day of the awaited marathon. I checked on my phone what seems to be the 50th time to see the weather forecast suddenly transition from a sunny morning to a 27 percent chance of rain with cooler temperatures. I didn’t had much time left on the clock and I was debating whether I should change into rain gear or stick to my light clothing attire. Well, 27 percent chance seems low, I’m sure it’s not going to rain much. I ditched the idea of wearing any rain gear and put on my pink cap to shade my eyes from the bright morning rays of sunshine. My sister was already dressed for the race and was waiting for me by the door. She looked up and said, “Got everything?” I quickly opened the fridge and took out my chilled water bottle. I nodded my head and we both left the house. We drove to the colossus stadium and I was reminded by my teacher’s words that there are also other runners participating in this marathon, expecting to be about 200. My sister and I waved our parents and brother goodbye as they drove off. Our first priority was to find our Liberty Fit booth. We both didn’t know where to look and followed some people to enter through the stadium. On the vast field, we spotted our stand with other students and adults already starting warm-ups and conversing with one another. I recognized a distinct short haired girl with her usual pink jacket.

Saturday night, the faithful one escapes from the chains of to-do’s and is orientated to the football pitch . Flags sway from left to right, trumpets and drums roar , the magisterial wave wraps around the stadium like wrap around a present. An exquisite, ravishing and magnificent mosaic is made upright by the die hard faithful to send a daring message to those who have entered their grounds. The strict formula, method and regulations of life are thing of the past and their is only one to follow, the heart; there is only one existing location, the pitch. In this sacred space, the only religion that does not have atheists exhibits its divinities. Yeah the faithful can drown in agony and affliction watching from home in his TV screen, or he without hesitation, without suspicion or confusion prefers to undertake the pilgrimage to this place where he can see his angels in flesh and blood, fighting a duel against the demons of the day and explains, “ How will you know what love is if you never became a fan of a club. How will you know what pain is if the defender never broke your tibia and fibula and you were in a slide tackle and the ball hit you right there. How will you know what pleasure is if you never had the pleasure of enjoying an olympic lap around the visitors stadium. How are you going to know what love is if you never caressed her with the back of your foot to leave her panting under the net. Listen to me ... how will you know what solidarity is if you never went out

It was 7:00 A.M. flat, I was meditating like I usually do to relax; out of nowhere through some speaker I heard the tall suited man yell,”WAKE UP THE FIRST GAMES WILL START TODAY, HEAD TO THE STADIUM,” “WAKE UP AND HEAD TO THE STADIUM.”

Warm up is necessary before any game. They started jogging around the park as they usually do. Although there was lesser fog than at night, a shady atmosphere prevailed. Tall trees filled with chirruping birds made darker spots. A few flowers grew around the park, mostly dried up due to the harsh winter. The Sun was up but its

A greenish looking fresh Day 1 pitch. Pink ball. Overcast conditions with occasional rain and a lot of moisture in the air.