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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

The heat bears down on me, as I feel my skin burning in the hot summer sun. Dust and dirt floats around the air and a thin layer of grime covers my entire body. Sweat drips around my goggles while adrenaline fills my body and my heart races. In the middle of nowhere in Virginia, I feel at home, I feel the turf under my cleats and the cool metal of the stick in my hands. As the timer ticks down, the buzzer rings, and the game begins. I look to my left and see my dad sitting on the sideline, ready to cheer as loud as possible. To my right I find my teammates, the most loyal group of friends I have, ecstatic about the potential of winning.

In November of 2014, my team and I made it past the first round of the LHSAA Division AAAA playoffs after defatting the number twenty-eight seed, Belle Chase High School. After finishing a very good regular season with a record of 10-2, we went into the playoffs surprising everyone as the number four seed. After the winning the first round in style, we found ourselves matched up with defending state champs from the season before. On this defending state champ team, they possessed some of the top defensive backs in the state of Louisiana. In this nail biter of game, my team and I would face adversity, nervousness, and discipline. We got on the rented charter bus, and began our trip down to the heart of New Orleans to play the East Jefferson Warriors in what would be a very exciting high school football game full of hard hits and upsets.

It was that time of the year again, football season. Football is a sport in which I am very passionate about, I never knew I could or would be so passionate towards something, until one very specific game. It was a Saturday afternoon, the breeze was just right, the temperature was just right; not to cold and not too hot. Being the first game of the season I didn’t know if I was going to play or not. However, I was proven wrong Coach Smith hollered “Shawn!” I stood up startled at first and right then and there I knew that was my moment to shine and shine is what I did.

It all started when I walked into Island Coasts High School’s open house. I didn’t know what to expect, and was filled with trepidation about whether or not I would even know enough about football to sign up. I made my way to the cafeteria in order to sign up. I met the coaches,

The anticipation as I stand in the concrete tunnel under the bleachers is my life’s biggest moment of uncertainty. Will the crowd stand on their feet in a standing ovation, or will the crowd deem me as mediocre? As I look to my left and right, my teammates’ faces assure me that their nervous excitement is identical to mine. When I hear the announcer on the loudspeaker and hear the students’ shouts, I know it is time to walk on the sharp green blades on the field under the shining Friday night lights.

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 peeked through my facemask and I could see the quarterback lining up to take the snap. I glanced back at my coach who swung his arm across his body indicating the “slash”. My body shook with excitement as I inched up to the line. At the sound of a distant “hike” I exploded from my stance off the tackle into the endzone. I found myself one on one with the quarterback in the backfield, an outcome I had prepared for hundreds of times. I dove at his legs colliding with his shins. After a push and pull struggle he went down and I stood victorious in the middle of the endzone, my teammates immediately raised their hands above their heads signaling a safety. The excitement in the stadium grew and the student section erupted chanting “STORMIN MORMON...STORMIN MORMON”

I recall arriving at the first game. The opposing team, although small, were almost two times my size. They looked intimidating, but I did not let judgement cloud my mind. When huddled together, our coach spoke to us, telling the team that we is what we practiced for, that the other team did not practice as hard as we did, even though he had no knowledge of the opposing team’s practice was. As he continued to intensify our spirits, a fire sparked amongst my companions. The plays flourished throughout my brain. I felt confident. Before I knew it, a whistle blew and I was fast forwarded onto the field

Running into the gym with my team, knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the last championship game, Historically a championship game had not been won since 2007 . The more I stared at the flags, the more it made me want to win this game and make history in this gym. As the crowd and cheerleaders start to chant, cheer and get loud, I started to feel more comfortable and rowdy more than I had ever felt in any other game that I’ve played. Waiting for the referee to blow the whistle for jumpall to start. I felt my fingertips tapping the side of my leg, which for some reason gives me a sign to myself that I am pumped up and ready to play!

It all started on a cold, cloudy Friday after school. Everyone was ecstatic because it was the homecoming football game for the high school. Everyone was eagerly waiting to go home and get ready for the big game, but I, on the other hand, had to wait after the football practice because my dad was the coach.

The sound of the cleats on the cement resembling the deep sound of horses galloping. Forty men, hearts pounding, blood pumping, ready to fight until the last second. The lights beamed, and the crowd roared up on their feet ready for the Game. All of our energy doubled, nervousness was not an option. The gates opened all present thoughts disappeared and the game was just minutes away. Forty men dug there feet in the earth chomping at the bit. The green grass professionally painted to perfection, the field goal posts wrapped, the refs present. Both teams dressed in the colors that give them their pride and respect. All of us gather around we resemble a family, a botherhood, a different type of team. We end our chant that the players before us have created and we keep them in our minds always. We take the field, the game has just begun…

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My dad and I were on the way to my AAU basketball game. We drove past tattered football field with rusty field goal posts and into the parking lot of the worn out High Point High School. I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack and basketball shoes. As I approached the gym, I heard the loud squeak of shoes, the heavy pounding of a basketball, the yells of the coach, and the shrill sound of the referee’s whistle piercing the air.

Crunch. It’s the first sound I hear as my girls and I walk onto the field. The mist is coming off the ground almost sprinting down the field as we will be in just 2 hours. The white lines picture perfect down to both bright white goal posts. Careful not to step on the field yet, I make my way to the bench. This National semi final championship game was the most important game of my life. I take out my Nike Mercurial pink and black high top cleats I've had since I was fifteen. It felt like any other ordinary game. Well, that is until the other team shows up and the butterflies start to kick in. Some girls stand at 6’ 1”. I feel smaller than the point of a fine needle. This is just a bigger stage to any other game, I think to myself. Here it is, the National Championship semi final, the moment my team and I dreamed of since before I can remember. This was the game we have prepared for months for. The blood, bruises, sweat and tears were for this one single game. The next 2 hours fly. We took the field to warm up. Running, stretching, passing and shooting,our usual warm-up drills. I'm starting, so I make sure my touch is on point. Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred touches later. People start to trickle into the stands one by one until it’s almost full. College coaches pour in the stadium lining the entire sideline. My dad comes over to the side line to give me a gatorade, water and a good luck kiss. The television staff shows up to set up their cameras. My family