Essay On Football Season At Limon High School

Starting 8th grade football, being one of the older kids, felt awesome. I knew I had advantage over most of the kids on the team. My job being one of the older one’s was to teach the younger ones their place. It was the first day of practice I was really excited to be playing the sports again. I was confident that I would be the running back because I played that position

The story was about a young skinny boy who poured his heart and soul into football.

On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.

Last spring the Poland varsity baseball team made it to the state quarterfinals, and I was lucky enough to be a part of it. Before the season started we knew that our team was going to be special. Then was the season went on we showed it. Game after game we blew teams out, twenty to nothing, fifteen to nothing, we were a juggernaut. We had every tool at our advantage, we had hitting fielding and pitching. When our hitting wasn’t doing so well our defense picked them up, and when our fielding wasn’t doing well our hitting picked them up. We were a very hard team to beat. As the regular season came to an end our record was twenty-three to two. Then playoffs came around, and that’s when we really started to hit our stride. The first game of playoffs

The year you were a tiny fish in a big pond. I remember freshman year being a complete disaster, there is so many juicy events that took part in making this year a disaster but the one that hits home the most was during the middle of the year.

Football is a sport I had learned to play growing up. I didn’t have a clue how complicated it was until I got into high school. It took me years until it I realized I was superior at being a wide receiver. I learned this by working harder than others, my willingness to learn, and my physical toughness.

Finally, try-outs were over. The season ahead would provide a clean slate and the opportunity for a new beginning. We were a young team, facing a challenging schedule, but coach was confidence that we could maintain the championship spot in our Division. Although I was excited for the season, lingering anxiety nagged me and I fought to suppress my doubts.

“How am I supposed to count on a guy who can’t finish sprints? Who can’t give the effort to be great?” our new seventh grade football coach screamed into my facemask, spitting in anger. This was my wake up call. To this very day I have the same coach, and I still have flashbacks to that moment when he challenged me like I had never before been challenged. This 30 seconds would change who I am forever.

We were only 20 minutes into the game when things turned bad. My team had possession of the ball, the ball came rolling in my direction and I knew I had to go into this tackle. Being the aggressive player I am, I went into it full speed with the girl on the other team not knowing what was about to happen. I heard a crack and tumbled over onto my side in agony not knowing what I’ve done. I slowly get up seeing if I can put pressure on my ankle that is already swelling up like a balloon. I wince in pain as I slowly walk of the field so the game can continue on without me. As the game goes on I keep telling myself and my team i’m fine so they put me back into the game even though it hurt so bad and I couldn’t even believe I could walk on it. As the game comes to an end I wobble off the field and go home after playing

I had been waiting for this moment all of my life. The match up of the century was about to begin. The Clark Cougars have lost 14 years straight to the Warriors. Coaches only daydreamed of beating the undefeated Warriors. As the quarterback called the play, I smiled with joy. The first play of the game was to me. I played running back for the team, so I was going to run the ball. First play, up the middle of the field, I ran for a fifteen yard gain. The next play was to one of my fellow team mates, which he also ran for another large gain of 26 yards. I could not believe my eyes. After all these years, the game was finally here. We, as a team, were slowly tearing apart the Warrior's defense.

Around five minutes left in the 2nd Quarter, I ran a slant route to the middle of the field. My dad recalls me getting hit, “head to head with the linebacker.” I remember picking my helmet and running to the sidelines. My head was killing me. I sat on the bench with trainers around me. I went through a few tests and they diagnosed me with a mild concussion. After talking to my family, we agreed that my football career was

I sent out a survey at recess was the main question. I wanted to do this because it is an interesting topic to me. I like to play football at recess, but other people don’t. I wonder why because it is really fun, but then I realized people could get hurt. I wanted to see who else felt like me. I Believe most people will agree with me because a lot of people like football .

It was Senior year, a year that is believed to be filled with excitement and simplicity. For many high school students, Senior year is the last “Hoorah” and last opportunity to make memories with fellow classmates. For me, Senior year was hell. Coming from a small school that heavily relied on its Basketball program to give them a good name, attempting to be a part of other teams/programs led to extreme criticism. So being captain of the Football team didn’t provide any perks.

“You serious Andyn?” Tommy yelled, “it’s a pool of players of the best players in Washington. Only 30 spots!” We went on talking about what we would do if we made it and no doubt I was all in for trying out. I rode home with my Dad and he happened to hear about it too, I got signed up as soon as I got home. What I didn’t know is that it was the next morning in Tukwila and I was nervous as all could be. I woke up filled with energy at 7 in the morning and ready to show the coaches what I could do. The ride there took forever and made me even more anxious to run and most importantly to play. I promise you there had to be 200 kids trying out or even more, the amount of kids could fill up 3 fields! “You have your work cut out for you son”, my Dad chuckled. My stomached must have turned upside tying my cleats up. But I gave my all in every pass, shot and defending opportunity. It just wasn’t enough to spark the coaches interests that year.

It had been a long week for all of us; never had we faced such a workload. After the team’s moral had been drug through the mud when tying for last place at the cheer competition just seven days before, and how hard we had worked in the subsequent practices, we were hungry for a win.