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We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.

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The Richard Thompson Stadium started to get packed while we warmed up. Our team consisted mainly of sophomores and juniors, if there were more than 5 freshmen I would be exaggerating. I was putting on my cleats to start moving the ball and Vicente, one of the freshman said, “I wish Coach Nunez would let me play today.” “You might get some minutes depending on how the game goes,” I replied. Then, one of the juniors started laughing and told us, “look kidos, there are no chances of you kicking a ball tonight!” We did not pay much attention to him and kept on getting ready just in case. Coach Nunez was talking to the varsity Coach and suddenly he shouted, “Rojas! Come here.” I thought he was going to ask me a favor or tell me to go get something from the locker. “Rojas, I need you to be a wall in the midfield. No te quiero ver parado. Tell Kevin [one of

Today is the first football game in my high school career. I am beyond excited so the school day goes by very fast. I then go into the locker room where I meet many of my teammates who are very excited. They all are saying, “ What day is it?! Gameday!” Today we play the De La Salle Spartans who are a respected program in the football community. It is now time for warm ups and me being the punter of my team I go out early for warm ups. I then warm up my leg and after I do that, the team comes out and I join them for warm ups. Finally, it is game time, the moment I have been waiting for all summer. Our team wins the toss so as the starting tight end for my team I go out with the offense for our first drive. We end up going three and out so I have to

I told myself, "come on Lina you can do it," next thing I knew it was two strikes and three balls. it's now or never Lina strike three the ball was over the fence and into the street but it was as if it turned around and headed right for me I put my glove up and felt something hard hit my hand I caught the ball but it was already too late the girl already hit a grand slam(she got four people in including herself)my eyes started burning I tried to hold them back some very strange back but I felt something sliding down my cheek I ran into the dugout and I could not stop my feet. I got to my mom I held her like there was no going back, all I felt was a warm body hugging me. I slowly looked up and cried "I don't want to play I disappointed my hole team."

“Okay, we’ll just let us know then. We just wanted to help. We’re sorry if we seem pesky, but we're excited to see who your date is, and hope everything turns out great—um, bye,” Holly said, and three girls rushed off.

As the game started, I immediately knew that this game was going to be close. I was subbed in, handing off the dirty, yellow scrimmage jersey. Our opponents were good, but we were better. I stood there, wind blowing around the little hairs that wouldn't make it into my ponytail, ready for my opponent. I knew I had one job, to defend my goal. I located the girl who would later change the game for me. She was slightly taller than me. She had dark brown hair and bushy

I practiced at every practiced and played in every game. With my help on the offensive line, our team went undefeated and then moved on and captured the youth championship title, a game where I again played every down and never gave an inch. The season as a whole was by no means easy, but the championship game was the toughest. I blocked a guy that was a foot taller than me and he had about ninety pounds on me. This did not discourage me though, I worked him every play. My hard work and dedication showed so much that the coaches recommended me for the all star game. For the all star game each team in the county recommended five players, then all the players were split into two teams. After a week of practice with the new team, the two all star teams played on the following saturday. I again worked hard enough that I started and played the entire game. We again won the game. Due to my hard work and dedication, not only did I prove my mother wrong and get recognized for being the first female in the county to play, I also started a movement. After my football career, many other females in the county decided to challenge the gender stereotype and play

In our league fourth, fifth, and sixth graders are all on the same team. The fourth graders and fifth graders that didn’t get moved up play the first quarter. I am only in fourth grade so this is me. We take the field for our first offensive series. On the third play of the game I break into the open after taking the handoff from our quarterback, I run for 55 yards until getting dragged down on the 10 yard line. I am once again unable to get my first touchdown as they give the next carry to our other running back, who scores to put us up 7-0. The quarter ends with the score still 7-0. The older teammates take the field. The have an explosive quarter putting up 3 touchdowns to expand the lead to 28-0. With one minute left in the quarter Norwalk scores and 80 yard touchdown. We go into halftime up 28-7. We all sit in silence excited that we are up but knowing it’s not over until the end of the fourth quarter. This is an important game for our team as it is the last game of the season. And there is a heavier weight on my shoulders as I try to pursue my very first

Everything felt slow with just 45 more minutes until the game no one was ready yet. Everyone was moving around, no one could sit still. This was the first time that everyone has been in this kind of position. My coach came in and asked for the captains. Our captain looked around and picked me to go with him. With chills going down my neck I slowing walked out with him. On the field I can see so many lights shining, the ice cold air. Walking to the middle of the field my captain asked me to call the toss. I told him no but he told me he was too nervous to do it. Slowly walking towards the middle of the field we saw the other team’s captains. They were huge way bigger than me. The first strategy of football is to send your biggest guys to scare the other team. Well they did it to perfection to six foot guys that looks

I had a major problem there were kids that were in my grade playing i higher level than me and that meant they were getting better then me. I was so pist i didn’t know what to do It’s not like I could just change my age. The kids on the higher lvl than me played on the big field or your standard 350 above field but I stilled played 200 above don't get me wrong I was hitting dinger in fact I hit more homeruns than anyone last year but i know that if those kids are playing above me what would that make me I'd rather be the worst of the best then the best of the worst. Being the best doesn’t make you a better player if anything it just made me more cocky. But I knew once school tryouts hit I had no chance we played on the bigger field I’ve never played their how am I supposed to just get used to it. I didn’t bomb the tryout but I didn’t make it and I knew I didn’t deserve to either. So after that I told myself and my dad that I’d quit. I was staunce to this i was done. I didn’t care what coach Rimerman had said nor did I cared what I was trying to say. But one day in Spring A nice pal of mine named Jake Smidtt had tried to get me tryout for Mount LAurel Travel at first I didn't know but in the end I accepted it and tried

I quickly grab a ball and tuck it away before running into the designated lane and getting tackled to the ground. As I get up, I can hear the head coach beginning to yell at the other coaches about the tempo of the drill and before I can catch my breath I am once again running back into the lane and getting tackled again. After my sixteenth time, I can hear my head coach yelling ten more minutes. Beat up and out of breath, I am ready to take of my shoulder pads and helmet in the middle of the drill and walk off the field. However, inhaling as much air as I can before taking off again, I can see out of the corner of my eye, the bigger players laughing. I know that they are just being normal teenagers and goofing off but a sudden feeling of what I can only describe as some form of anger fills my body with a sudden burst of energy. I quickly get lined back up and run back into tackle lane with as much intensity and strength as I had when I

As the second week began with a bang at that monday evening practice we had our first scrimmage against the eighth grade team,they had been unbeaten the year before but the fact of the matter is the had guys that were like 6”1 or taller and our tallest guy was 5”9.He was on the B team!So you could imagine what happened even though the coaches weren’t keeping track our bench warmers were and it was bad.The score was 42-7 by the end of practice.Next few practices were like intese conditioning but I