My Football Day : My Best Day In Football

It was another scorching day. Not only were the players dripping sweat, but the fans in the stands as well. The announcer came on the loudspeakers and welcomed us onto our rivals field.

Unlike all other game days, this one is very special. We take on UC San Diego in hopes of securing a playoff spot. My emotions have been running all over the place, and no it’s not because I am a young adult trying to get through college. I have been playing soccer for 15 years already so it is safe to say that soccer is my life. All I do is constantly train to get better and improve as much as I can and today is my chance to showcase my talent at the highest level I’ve played at so far. It’s my second year at SFSU and my second year playing soccer here and with 20 games already recorded for me at the school, I should be coming into the game with a cool head but I am far from it.

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

Brian Pham Lyon English ERWC, Period 3 23 September 2014 Personal Statement On March 21st, 2014, I came into my high school football coach’s room, preparing to talk to him about joining his team. Being in his presence at first was extremely nerve wrecking.

I knew that something was not right when my dad was on his way over to my mom’s house to talk to my sister and I. I should have seen this news coming since things had not been right over the past month. Once my dad came over he took my sister and I downstairs to talk to us in private. He sat us down and said, “Guys I need to tell you something. This is not the easiest thing to do but…” Allow me to catch you up to speed on how we got here.

Entering the venue of the game the crowd was already electric. As I look up I see our massive student section chanting fight songs and other cheers. Parents and staff members were smiling ear to ear chanting along with the student section trying to help get us ready to take on our opponent. As warm ups started the atmosphere became more and more intense as the countdown went on. Looking over at my teammates close to me we all look focused on getting the job done. Not one of us were

TWEEEEEET. Boom boom, boom boom. I heard the beating of my heart as I picked myself up from the ground. Trailing 1-0 with just over a minute left to play, the referee had blown the whistle for a penalty kick, and my coach was calling my name to take it. I stepped up to the spot, it was the last play of the game. I stared into the keeper's eyes. Left or right, left or right. He blew the whistle. Strategically placing the ball into the lower right corner, I could smell the celebrations, I could hear the parents and teammates chanting my name, but instead, all my senses were snapped back to reality when the keeper hit the ball out of bounds. That was it, I had the chance to win the championship for my team, and I blew it.

It was a perfect morning in Allen, Texas. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Jason was riding in his pickup truck on his way to school. Going past corn field by corn field he heard this on the radio, “It’s game day for our boys in blue today, and we are going to have a good one. I mean just look at the way the day is

Pulled up to S.A.S.H. football field with my pads, butterflies, and a whole lot of sweat. I was starting at tight end. I was also one of the captains on the Wildcats today. S.A.S.H. won the coin toss and was going to receive the kickoff.

Since 5th grade I have played for the local travel soccer team. I have always been on the lowest team from the beginning and when I was younger I was fine with it because at least I was playing the sport that I love. As I got older it became more competitive and I was tired of being on the lowest team. I told my coaches I was interested in moving up and asked them what I could do to get there. They told me what I needed to do to improve and I practiced almost every day after school. I tried out freshman and sophomore year to make the highest team and both times I failed. I did everything they told me to but it still wasn't good enough. For a short time I thought about giving up but then I realized that I have worked too hard and too long to

It was about time, the game was about to start. The stands were all filled up, people lined up outside to see the game. The players were out in right field practicing in the freshly grown emerald green grass. “Just 10 minutes until the game starts!” excitedly said the commentator.

On Sunday, NFL night, me and my friend were at the buffalo wings restaurant. It is the best place to watch games while eating. We were watching Panthers Vs Broncos super bowl. My friend also invited one of his friend Kirtan Patel, to hang out with us. I have never met him before, but can already tell that he doesn’t care about others. I am a panther’s fan and they were losing that night. I was already mad and my friends friend, who was late, made us wait for about 40 minutes. That 40 minutes felt like 4 hours, 4 hours being hungry. At one point I even felt like I was going to faint. So, to keep myself alive I ordered some drink. It took me one coke, one dr. pepper, and one glass of water to survive. Oh! He finally showed up, after I was almost

grader when football caught my interest, football was always a huge part of my family. Football impacted both my Mom and Dad’s side of the family, everyone was connected to football, whether they played the sport, cheered , or was their soon to be husband’s biggest fan. I come from a small city in the Rio Grande Valley. My city isn’t the largest there is but, this city made me the person I am today and I’ve made so many memories here so this city means the world to me. Growing up here, sports was a major part of my life. A majority of kids always slept in most weekends, but I always had practice or games on Saturdays. Sundays I was up early to attend church with my family.

Nine years ago I watched my very first football game, and I was fascinated by the quote from Vince Lombardi, “Football is like life, it requires perseverance, self-denial, hard work, sacrifice, dedication and respect for authority.”So the succeeding year, I requested if I could do football and my grandpa said to me “Son if you want to play football, play on the line, and play on defense it is going to take dedication and determination, and you have to practice every day, do calisthenics every day, and most of all learn about how to play on the line of scrimmage.”

I recently went to Marist’s first football game of the season with Peyton (in our class) and Michael Cully. Mr. Yount was our teacher that day. I showed up early and helped set up the bus and the field with equipment for the broadcast. 30 minutes until the game Michael was showing Peyton and me the in’s and outs of the camera and we got to practice with them a lot. 20 minutes until the game Peyton and I were basically pros with the camera. 10 minutes until kickoff we start undergoing problems. Apparently even though the field was supposed to have Wi-Fi for us to broadcast, we didn’t get a single bar. So up until halftime Peyton and I were playing with the cameras while Michael and Mr. Yount tried to solve the