How To Break A Thumb In A Football

It was my senior year of high school football and all I could do was sit on the bench with an injury. It was so frustrating because all I wanted to do was be on the field playing with my brothers like I have since freshman year. I was just so happy to be on the field on those Friday nights and just get to play the game made me so happy when I first started playing. Until I got a big head and started thinking about myself and what I was going do that game or how many touchdowns I was going to score that game. I stopped thinking about the team because of my success. I think this might be a lesson I needed to learn and if I did not, I would have had a big head my whole senior year and never would have saw the real reasons why I loved playing

I always wanted to be in the National Football League (NFL). I wanted people to come to every game and say hey this kid has been through a lot to get here. I love playing football because I love being aggressive and physical always something to do and work on. My dad is the one who got me into football and inspired me to join a tackle football team.

I had run for a loose ball on the soccer field when my teammate Oliver collided with me. My left knee took the impact. Someone helped me off the field so I could sit down. After I had come to the conclusion that playing again in that practice was futile, I quietly waited for practice to end.

Final minutes of the first half winding down, my team was marching down the field with a purpose. Across the gridiron was our rival team, Mayfield, who we had beat the previous year in the state championship game. It was a cold November night and the stage was set, playing on their home field, “The Field of Dreams,” in Las Cruses, New Mexico in the semi-finals of the state tournament. Up 14-0, we had the ball and were trying to score before going into halftime. I was handed the ball for a running play and then it happened. Falling to the ground as if I had been shot, I had completely torn my hamstring. I was in complete shock as I lay on the ground. As the pain

When Jacob, the best player of my football team when I was ten, got hurt, it turned out to be a ‘’blessing in disguise.’’ At the time I was ten and played for the Modesto Raiders. It was our third game of the season, and we were playing the Vikings on a warm, windy day. When Jacob got hurt, he was playing wide receiver and it was third down. He went out for a pass and as soon as he touched the ball, got hit so hard that I could hear it on the bench as soon as he touched the ball. He was still on the ground when the play was over and didn’t look like he was getting up anytime soon. Coach went over and helped him up. A few seconds later our offensive coordinator came up to me and said that I would be starting until he was able to play again.

It was just another school night in the seventh grade. Our recreational tackle football team had a practice at 730pm until 9. It was a very swampy night and from that I felt myself very sluggish. At the time, I was a backup running back. I was always left on the sidelines facing the chills of the cold wind during games. I typically didn’t get to see much playing time on the field, but that night I got my opportunity. I was receiving kicks during a punting audition and all I was doing was catching the ball and throwing it back, nothing unique. One throw after another, my coach began to praise my arm strength. Seeing me pass the ball was a true eye-opener. That night, I went from a backup running back, to the starting quarterback of my rec

​The world spun as I got up off the ground, it felt like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a sledge hammer. I knew the play had moved down the field but I could not find it. The seconds seemed to take years to pass me by. I think I spun in a circle three or four times to find the huddle forming around the goal line for the field goal attempt. I half jogged, half stumbled my to the huddle barely keeping myself on my feet. I put my hand in the dirt, and watched the ball sail through the uprights. I miraculously made it back to the sideline, where the trainer could see that I was struggling just to stand. She made me sit on the bench and put me

I was pushed around, yelled and cursed at by some of the biggest dads I have ever seen, but I kept my spirits high in order to pursue greatness. I wasn’t used to wearing a helmet and pads, so catching a football was a challenge. A few weeks down the road, after many hours of observation, the coaches put me on defense in the position of Defensive End. I had no idea what this position was and what my job was. I learned that the Defensive End (DE), plays on the very end of the defensive line and the job of the DE is to rush the Quarterback and to stop any run plays in my direction. I wasn’t very good at doing my job and my coach sought me out and reminded me of that every

I soon was able to move up to the varsity team and play with the big boys. Just imagining the pure excitement of running out of the big, navy tunnel with my brothers while the cheerleaders are lined up on each side of the tunnel screaming and cheering us on sends chills all over my body. It reminds me of when I watched Southern Mississippi win the conference championship to go to the Hawaii bowl. At the beginning of my freshman year, my position got changed to outside linebacker. I went from throwing touchdown passes like Brett Farve to making big tackles like Ray Lewis. My freshman football season was cut short when during practice one day because I broke my right hand. It happened when I had to hit the biggest person on the team and my hand got caught in his shoulder pads. I was heartbroken and depressed because i was not able to be out on the field with my

I was practicing for my game and I almost got a concussion cause someone grabbed amy arm and swinged me into someone’s helmet and I was really good at defense going through the line. I was on the line when they said hike and I was in the box were they all were Grabbing me I was trying to make them fumble the ball so I can run it. Lesson I learned is don’t give up play fair.and on my last game i made a touchdown. And at the end i got ice cream. After that i had to go to a wedding and they had very good food so after that i played outside with my family.

I was an incoming freshman, two weeks prior to my first day of high school, and I was terrified. I knew that I loved the sport of football, however I had heard stories from my brother about how tough Stepinac’s freshman football coach was. Everything that I was told was true. One of the coaches great lessons that he taught me was that a hardworking disciplined team is typically more successful than a team that has all of the talent in the world, but is not disciplined and does not work hard. That summer was the hardest that I had ever worked up to that point to start in a football game. The hard work never paid off, and I left at the end of that season defeated. I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t fast enough, and I wasn’t strong enough. I had only played in two of the games, one, for a snap when

Second football game of my senior year season, I was super hyped to go out there and show people that I can give more effort than I did in our first game against Zimmerman even though we won. Later on in the game, 2nd quarter I made a big tackle on the defensive side against Saint Louis Park then all of a sudden a 350 pound offensive line on the Saint Louis Park team knees me in the back while both teams were in a dog pile. When I got up to get back into the huddle my back felt very stiff and I could barely walk back to the sidelines to my teammates, honestly it was so bad that the refs had to call a timeout but a little back injury didn’t stop

In 2015, I played flag football. I had a really good team. We never lost a game. It was a streak of like 20. The people on my team were Ashton, Jackson, Cortland, me, and someone else i can’t remember. On the last play of the last game, I scored. We were at the far back Touchdown. It was a handoff to me. I ran so fast I thought I was a cheetah, when i scored, the crowed cheered. My dad was the loudest one there.

On my first day of rocket football practice in fifth grade I was nervous. This was the first year at my new school I would be playing football; Because of this I felt I had to prove myself to the players and the coaches. Unexpectedly, my coach yelled promptly at 6pm for us to fall into a line. Out of fear of running laps we all compelled to orders. Being the new guy, I was shoved to the fresh start of the line, after chatting with the two coaches beside him. Suddenly he began to speak in a less tempered voice. In such a way that made it seem he just realized he was yelling at kids to begin with. Calmly, he told us about how we were not allowed to practice without our helmet, shoulder

There stood the final score 27-21, Vikings have done it, they are going to the Championship, again.Steelers stood quiet on the sideline while their opposing team were jumping up and down all across the field yelling and screaming and hugging each other in joy.Then you had my team, the now beaten Steelers who had just blew their Championship chance all because of me. I was only a sixth grader then and I was only playing in a little league,but felt terrible not in the mad way like an angry bull charging a fire red cape but disappointed like as if you had a chance to save the world and you decided to stay watch TV. As I was presented with a third place medal I wondered if I even deserved it had I not of fumbled the ball I would have a cheering team and a golden trophy in my hand but no, I had a bronze medal hanging from my neck.So from that day forth I decided I wasnt ever going to stop playing football and practicing football until my body couldn’t take it anymore.