Narrative Essay About Football

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

Everything starts as a young kid that's when you make friends and most of the time those friends are the ones you experience and try new things with in my case that thing was soccer. I grew up with a lot of my older family members playing soccer i would go to my uncles and older cousin soccer games and in my head i would think to myself i want to be as good as them and maybe even one day have a chance to play with them. When i started elementary school that's when it all started for me i made friends with kids that had the same interest as me and that was soccer it would be all i would talk and think about everyday during recess me and my group of friends would rush out to the field to play some soccer and show off our skills.

Then, we looked at the corner of the house.She sall us and then I turned around. And I was going to run until I hit my head on a air conditioning box.I did not notice I was bleeding until my cousin told me.I ran upstairs and told my mom my mom was freaking out.

September 20, 2011 was the day that everything changed. Practice that day was long and excruciatingly hot. My coach did not let me take a rest as I was the only full back we had at the time. Hit after hit, it started to add up and my world was spinning but coach told me to keep going, so I did. The very next snap my world got wrecked. My form became lazy because I was beyond exhausted and dehydrated, my head lead my attempt to break the tackle and the kid making the tackle lead with his head as well. Just like that my body went numb, everything was dark, my eyes were open but I could not see. I had no sense of where I was and where I was going. My name left me. At this point I did not know if I was dead or alive. This was the last time I was ever able to strap up and play the game of football. This is what happens to the millions of kids who play football on a daily basis. Somebody was there telling them to go back in even when they were showing early signs of a concussion. The athlete takes one more hit straight to the head out of poor form or exhaustion and then everything goes from bad to worse. These events take place at such a young age that the long term side effects can be fatal.

Football is a game of passion, a time when nothing else matters and the only thing that matters is going out there having fun and fighting for the guy next to you. Football has always been something that I loved and had a wild passion for. I’ve made friendships and memories to last a life time and I can always be grateful that football did that for me. Now of course I’ve had some bad memories during football as well, I remember walking out of the film room on the last day of spring ball and having Coach Antle grab me and say “Gage, I think I want to try you at a new position, I want to put you at defensive end. We need you more there and we think you can really excel there.” I remember being so furious, I had played linebacker ever since I could remember and now the last day of spring ball my senior year everything was about to change.

My coach and parents took me to the physical trainer of the school and he did a concussion test on me, and he said that I for sure had a concussion. So, my parents took me to the hospital where I had to

I must acknowledge I do not exactly remember. It was during a Field Hockey game where we had no substitutes and the other team was brutal. In total I was collided with three times that game. The first blow was insignificant. The other girl only bumped the side of my head. The second and third time occurred virtually simultaneously. An aggressive girl and I both went for the ball at the same time and rammed my head straight on and she pushed me back then so I clobbered onto the ground, smacking the back of my head on the ground. After the girl was carded for rough play I continued to stay in the game because as I said earlier, we had no substitutes. I continued on the field, very confused, and quite nauseous. After the game I told my coach how I felt. She did not give much attention to the problem because she did not believe I was hit that hard. Going home, I called my father to tell him how I felt. My speech was slurred and my thinking process was not clear. I could not tell him what happened in straight sentences. I had long pauses in between my single thoughts. Getting home that night my parents still pushed me to do my Calculus homework. Looking at the textbook, I was completely lost. Even more lost than normal. I could barely remember what the equations and symbols meant. The next day I went to the doctors and I left with an official diagnosis of a

I mentally shook my head at my dad before speaking, "I'm sorry daddy. And its really nothing to talk about. We were playing volleyball and I landed on my feet to hard I guess." I spoke into the my phone while giving a little shrug. It was approximately six o'clock and everyone had already gone home Rue still hasn't made it back and since Brooklyn wanted to be a bitch I had to get up and walk to get what I needed. I ain't stressing it though. I was doing fine on my own so far.

I procrastinate for an hour or two but then push myself to do my homework. After 3 hours of hell, I finally completed all of it and decide to take a shower. Once I get out, I get out my speakers and begin to play 'I like it when you sleep for you are beautiful yet so unaware of it' probably one of the best albums ever released. Over all of the loud music I hear a loud bang from downstairs. I quickly shut off the music and wait to see if I will be able to hear the noise again. Yep, there it is. I swiftly open my door and walk downstairs and see my mom on a rampage. She screaming and throwing things and I am bewildered.

At the age of fourteen I received four concussions within a six-month time frame that would significantly impact my life. The head injuries would leave me with chronic debilitating symptoms. On top of the physical aspects of my traumatic brain injury I also had to deal with the emotional stress. One of the hardest things through this injury was my separation from sports and other things I loved. I began to seek local medical treatment.

During the next two years, my duties included office work along with calling defense for football, running the clock for women’s lacrosse, and inputting the live stats for baseball games. Flash forward to today, I have worked with all of Towson’s major Division one sports along with being the head intern for the department along with overseeing a group of student interns. This internship has both its positive and negative aspects, the positives being that it has allowed me to get more experience in the sports world, along with giving me an idea of the direction I want to go in. While this internship has had many benefits, it also has its draw backs. The draw backs are two-fold, one is the fact that it is low paying in contrast to the amount

Ryder’s class. So, then I realized that My laptop was in my room. So I opened the door slowly and want to my table and grab my MacBook. Then when I was coming back I fell down on the floor. “Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a

Then my parents took me to the nearest hospital and my coach had picked up for me at awards my metals that i had won. While I was at the hospital they kept asking me a lot of questions like …”do you know who you are”,”where do you think you are”, “does your head hurt” I answered all the questions correctly so then they had to do this scan on my head because they thought I didn't have a concussion, so they wanted to be safe with me so they had a scan. The scannings showed that I did have a concussion and I was

When I got home from practice, my mom and dad already knew about my wrist because coach had called them. My dad looked at my wrist and said that it looked really bad and that I should go to the ER.

Ever since I could remember, I have always had love for the game of soccer ever since I first laid eyes on the sport. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard by myself; I would juggle, kick around the ball and doing drills. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Lionel Messi I would watch Ronaldinho videos on Youtube dreaming I will one day play against him. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to the beautiful sport itself, soccer.