Jug Week Speech

The players of a high school football team were traveling home from their football game in Fernandina Beach, Florida. It had been a tough night. It was August and still hot. The game had lasted three hours, and the players had to play offense, defense, and special teams because there

In the Semi-Final game we played the Wilsonville Wildcats. It was a game where we got smacked in the mouth early, The Wildcats were up two touchdowns early, but we were never out of the game we came back made them play four quarters of all out physical football. We ended up winning that game 63-35. Entering the locker room, the excitement filled the air and the chant “were going to the ship,” began. The whole season lead up to this moment the moment when we knew that we had made it all the

Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game

Going into that game we had convinced ourselves that we had already lost before it even started. We were about as flat as a tabletop. While warming up we were pretty much just waiting for the game to end, so that we could just leave and just call it a year!” Once the game actually started something just clicked. We

Tonight was a game that determined the outcome of the season. Tonight they had to win. Tonight was the night where they had to improve their record. York High is a tough team full of many talented athletes, but lacking the knowledge of the game. Or so we thought. Walking into the locker room, you could feel the intensity of the guys. They knew that their season depended on tonight. It was their last night as freshman football players, it was their last night to make a name for themselves. They tried to play it off as if they weren't nervous, but I could tell otherwise. Dani, the injured guys, and myself had the water filled and ready to be loaded onto the bus in no time. Now it was just a matter of getting all the guys onto the bus. At 3:30 the bus arrived, and that meant game time would soon be approaching.

It was September 17th, 2016. There I am sitting in the student section, next to some of the most school-spirited people I have ever seen in my entire life. Everywhere I looked, Syracuse fans were dressed in orange representing their school. I watched as students, and families, like I had mentioned were all gathered in this enclosed dome to celebrate the Homecoming Football Game on that surprisingly hot day in Syracuse, New York.

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

The Tigers were down 24-14 at the end of the 3rd quarter, but the “best was yet to come (Dabo Swinney).” The Tigers scored the first 14 points, before the Crimson Tide went up 28-24 with 2 minutes and 7 seconds left. Although I was nervous, I knew the Tigers would be able to pull through. One big play of the drive was when Mike Williams made a leaping catch on a 24 yard pass from Deshaun Watson to the Alabama 39 yard line. With 19 seconds left, Jordan Leggett lunged out and made an amazing fingertip catch to the Alabama 9 yard line. After two failed attempts, Deshaun hit Hunter Renfrow for a two yard touchdown with only one second left on the clock. Clemson then recovered an onside kick to seal the victory. While the Clemson fans were elated, the Alabama fans were stunned. Although I had just watched history being made, I though I was dreaming.

All 109,901 fans rise up and all the eye can see is a sea of yellow going crazy like a bee to an open pop can. Then the band plays the most beautiful song in the world, The Victors. All the maize and blue fans stand up and sing the fight song so loud it can be heard outside the stadium for miles. But the greatest feeling in the world that nothing else matches, is when the team funnels out of the tunnel and runs under the team banner. Every player runs out of the tunnel like a bat out of h-e double hockey sticks. They all jump up and tap the banner with a vision of navy jerseys hopping up in

A close, high scoring game with lots of energy that I enjoyed from my wonderful spot. Duck fans were really started to get worried. The ducks were a 24 point favorite going into the game. At the end of the 3rd quarter, the ducks were holding onto a slim 24-21 lead. The 4th quarter “shout” dance seemed less spirited from the ground, and the crowd was very tense. Then the unthinkable happened. Oregon State scored and took the lead in the fourth quarter. The rain was pouring down on me now. And their was an upset on the horizon. The ducks scored, but the beavers answered right back. From the field, the northwest corner of the end zone looked like it was going to explode. Black and Orange were jumping up and down and high-fiving. The scoreboard read 35-30 with only one minute and thirty eight seconds to go. Some duck fans started for the exits to beat traffic. That was a huge

I hope you all are having a great start to your semester! Greek Week tables have been looking awesome and I am so excited to be working with all of your chapters!

The cameras were rolling. The stadium was brimming with thousands of people. As a scrawny eight-year-old, I was petrified, along with the other ten junior-peewee Pop Warner cheerleaders on my squad. The stench of sweat and cheer shoes surrounded us, although I barely sensed anything through my fear. I could almost feel the pressure building up around us; it was nerve-wracking. We had come this far, making it to nationals; now it was time to bring it on. After waiting in the back hall for what felt like hours, I finally hear the announcer call, “And next up in our Pop Warner Junior Peewee division is… the Kankakee Valley Kougars!” I, along with my diminutive team of eleven, ran onto the blue mat whooping and cheering. The booming music fills

Unfortunately, I recall very little about the game itself. Like I said, I was only 14 at the time and was undoubtedly in awe of my surroundings. I do, however, recall The Big M getting a huge ovation for, of all things, a fine defensive play. And the Forum was jammed; not a seat to be had. By the way, I looked it up online, and the final score was 3-3.

Another reason the Homecoming football was the most outstanding event was because of the rain delay. Once the rain started to fall, it continued to pour down. Lightening struck and the game had to go on delay. Everyone in their seats

My mission was perspicuous, lead my girls and cheer the football players to victory. As the sultry air filled my lungs, I instructed the squad to face the crowd, and called out our first cheer of the night. While terror punctured my body at the beginning, it soon manifested into determination and optimism. Throughout the game, I authorized my teammates to pick a cheer of their preference and let them call it