Middle School Football: A Short Story

When I was younger, I was always interested in sports. I was usually at the top of my class in sports. I always dreamed that I would be the best at what I do. Even though things seemed hard, I would try my hardest even if things looked bleak. Football was my game and I played to the best of my ability.

My very first Varsity high school football game was the best experience of my life. It was the first week of school and I had practice every day. The practices were heavy we practiced for four hours every day after school. Everyone on the team felt we were being overworked but, that was just the beginning of our season. Our first game was a Friday night all that time practicing made us ready for that night. Two hours before the game we had loud music playing and we were all yelling to get ready for the game. I remember getting on the field and hearing all the fans screaming. Now it was time for kickoff I lined up on the 50-yard line then the whistle was blown, and I sprinted to go tackle the ball carrier. I made lots of hits but also took some

As we begin our treck to our seats we pass countless passionate fans I look to the scoreboard, the giant Budweiser neon sign, and to the enormous coke bottle and marvel at their size. Then

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

When the official game clock hit 00:00, people began to flow out of the stadium. When I stood up out of my seat, I said my goodbyes and thanked all the coaches for the entire day. I wanted to make sure they knew that I genuinely enjoyed the visit, and how I really appreciated the fact that they took the time to show my parents and I around and spend the day with us.

That stuck with me till game day. I stepped onto the with the rest of the team as the crowd erupted into sea of yells and screams

The cheers of the crowd like thunder rolling in from a storm. A rush of happiness and adrenaline running over us as we sit. The proud feeling that falls over us as we run onto the field is like arriving on the bank of a river. We've finished our journey. Friends were made

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.

The Wildcats tackled S.A.S.H at the Wildcats own 47 yard line. 1st and 10 S.A.S.H. gets a 40 yard run. Coach puts me in at defensive end. Next play they score a 10 yard rushing TD. The score is now 7-0. Wildcats are at their own 40 yard line. Next play their is a bad snap. S.A.S.H recovers the football at the Wildcats 36 yard line.

Football at Dewitt High School is probably the biggest thing at our school. Friday nights, the town closes down and everyone is at the stadium. Being on varsity as a sophomore was a cool experience even tho I wasn't on at the beginning of the season. In my eyes football is the hardest sport for men athletes, the fear that someone is always behind you and that there is the constant fear that you wont be on your game for the scouts that are there. To get a D1 scholarship you must be a freak. The kids coming out of high school and into college are unreal. So many kids that have some talent, and their parents run with that idea of them getting a scholarship. I have seen with my own eyes kids break under the pressure of either their parents or other

It was a cold fall day during football season, a saturday to be exact. J.T. woke up and was excited to play his first ever youth playoff football game. The loveland Tigers 3rd grade football team played the other 3rd grade team from Loveland, it was the Loveland showdown. J.T. ate two egg and 3 pieces bacon for breakfast every morning because he thought it was good luck. Since J.T.’s dad was the head coach of the football team they had to wake up early and go to the field so that they were the first ones there. J.T. helped his dad set up the field by putting up the pile-ons and goal post protectors, then they patiently waited for other players on the team to show up, so that they could begin warm-ups.

Finally the tradition song came on you hear everybody saying evening the right next to me saying take me out to the ball game by me some peanut and some cracker jacks then out of know where the announcer came on yelling saying as you getting ready you can see the players doing their pregame stretches with a big orange ring around their bats heading out their dugouts which by the way is pretty legit amazing because it remind me of a major league dugout in way with two gatorade one water and the other gatorade of course, with the big bulky telephone with the cool looking assistant coach and the don of the baseball the head coach with his own custom made chair with his custom made owls oakley sunshades on with a fresh polo jacket on the made with a unemotional

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.

Roars of, “LET’S GO B-CC, LET’S GO B-CC, LET’S GO B-CC!” being cheered by the cheerleaders and fans as they motivated us for a game that appeared to be closer than expected against a team worse than us. Players formed clouds with each breath screaming plays being ran one after the other to help the defense.

"LETS GO BOYS!" said our coach. We got ourselves hyped up and ready to go.