Narrative Essay On High School Football

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.

In the ninth John came in a pitched. He struck out Alex but not me! I hit a grand slam to win the game and the crowd went wild. I went up to John and said good game but he just tried to hurt me. As I was walking home I grew more scarred and excited as each second went by, closer to home where my mom would say if I made the team or not. I see my door, as I slowly walk up to it with the fear of joy or sorrow. I open the door to hear excitement. I had made the team! John had cheated and used a substance to make his pitching faster. So I took his place. I started running up and down jumping and then I ran upstairs and called Alex. He had also made the team and that practice started in two days. We both had done what we wanted to do, make the team and then try to win the World Series. Well one of those things happened. We had to now work hard and as a team to get the other thing. For the rest of the baseball season we would come here on off days and practice, like tomorrow. Now was the big goal, to make it to the World

There was a boy named Carlos. Carlos got every thing he wanted, because his parents were rich. His parents were snobby and were show-offs too. Every morning of the summer he went out to his back yard and threw the ball around on his football field in his backyard. Carlos always loves walk out to the fresh smelling green football field. He would do his morning routine. When he woke up he would get ready for the day he would put on his athletic clothes. When he went out he would take the monster truck tire and pull it down and back, down and back, for a total of 1,000 yards. Carlos could always taste his sweat drip into his mouth after the workout. After that he would take a bag of footballs and set one on each 10 yard line until the other side in the endzone. He would throw each football into his field goal post and did that with every football. If he didn’t get every football into the endzone, Carlos would get beat by his father, a multi-million dollar

In this book there is this kid that is really into basketball and last season he was that best on the team and in the league. Then this year there is a new kid named chase and he is bigger and he is also the more versatile player he’s stronger and better because he is bigger. Then for the first scrimmage of the year they had to play against each other. It was a hard fought game for it all till the end when Ben got tired and didn’t push as hard as he could. Also Ben got mad at Chase because Chase talks all this stuff on the court and Ben don't like when he does do that. So when Chase was saying all this stuff about Ben and it made him mad and it got into his head and it messed up his game. So after the game Ben went home and hit the court that is right across the road from his house and he was out there all night trying to

I remember when I was little thinking how awesome it would be to play football and I looked up to the people older than me like in middle school or high school when I was in elementary thinking that someday I would be in that same situation.

When he was in the high school, he was the first player to attend the practice and the last one leave. In his sophomore he joined the varsity team, but he was cut from the team early in the season because the coach thought that Michael would benefit more by playing jayvee ball than by sitting on the varsity bench. Michael was angry and embarrassed that he had been cut. Late in the season, the varsity team wanted to add one more player to the team. Michael was expected that they would choose him, but they didn’t. They were looking for a big man, so they call Leroy Smith who was six inches taller than Michael. It was not the last time that Michael’s talents were overlooked. Michael didn’t give up because of this attitude, he said that he promised himself from this point that will never happen again, and he started working hard more than before. Michael began cutting classes to work on his basketball skills. His parents were wired about him, so they talked to him. Michael told them that he had a goal and he had to work hard to reach my goal and he

Stephen is a senior transferred to WCSU from Miami University in Ohio, it is better known for the home of the famous NFL quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. That one fact made it a little easier to bond and converse with Stephen as I am a huge football fan and he happens to coach football. It wasn’t Stephen’s idea to transfer but his parents, they decided it was too expensive for him to go to school so far from home. He therefore transfer here and now lives in his parents basement in Ridgefield CT, and he commutes to school. Stephen is majoring in media studies and he hopes to do something in the field of being a promoter or a publicist. Stephen coaches high school football mainly to freshman's and he also is part of a baseball league. Stephen also loves to sing even though he claims he isn’t so good at it.

I remember it like it was yesterday; looking out at the defense and trying to decide on which play to call. I was in the single biggest game of my high school football career so far. It was my first time playing the Evangel Eagles, our biggest rival and the back to back state champions. It was my freshman year, and I was the starting quarterback. So there I was, my fourth high school football game as a starter and playing against some of the biggest guys I had ever laid eyes on, who, coincidently, all wanted to tear me limb from limb. I gazed out at eleven hostile pairs of eyes across from me and racked my brain for what play could possibly work to get us into the endzone. There was just under two minutes left in the game and we were up by

On the eve of what should be a national holiday, I ponder my predictions on the upcoming NFL season. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, football is back. Labor Day has come and gone, the summer is over, the hot sun, beach days and BBQ's, but let's be real the tradeoff is football, you can't have everything.

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

My family and I just arrived at the campus of the University of Illinois. The school sent my sister a letter, asking her if she wanted to come down for a visit. Once we got there she met the coaches and the teammates who were very friendly. After that she played a scrimmage game with the team. I was surprised how fast they were running up and down the court. They were also very loud and vocal. It was like standing at a rock concert. Sitting their and watching her keep up with the older girls showed me how much hard work she put into the sport.The next day when we got home my sister told us everything about the coaches and how much loved the school. Tonight was the night she would decide which college to go to. Her and my dad went through the

Before every football game, I get my football pants on and I gather all of my gear. I get my helmet and pads and I put them together somewhere. I then grab my jersey and put it over my shoulder pads.

The bang of the head, the crack of the bone, the tear of a muscle, are all things that high school athletes put themselves at risks for. Every time a high school athlete steps foot on a field, rink, or court they put themself in a risky situation. Although the risk may be there, athletes achieve many valuable lessons throughout high school sports. The valuable lessons promote self-confidence, socialization and team spirit, as well as decreases stress. While playing sports, athletes are at excessive risks of being injured. Although high school athletes have a risk of being injured, the benefits of high school sports programs outweighs the physical risk because of its benefits to teenagers mental health, benefits to teenagers physical health,

The extreme Texas summers are torture to anyone trapped in the sun with no purpose, yet it was the only time of the year I looked forward to something. Blazing summers meant baseball season. The season nearing its end, brought 11 losses and no wins for my team. Our final game would create a perfect play that would make that season so memorable. Everything felt different that day, as if there was a purpose for me being there, as if there was some sort of meaning behind it.

A major role in my life would definitely be sports. It is almost as if I look up to sports because I could not live without them. Sports pretty much define me as me. I love to play sports as well as watch all kinds of sports on T.V. and if I could ever go to a game and watch the players play live I would be thrilled. Basically sports define me because I am ambitious, I finish what I start, I set goals for myself, and I am a fierce competitor in which I love to win and I hate to lose. The greatest part about sports to me is living for the moment when the game is on the line and the pressure is on can you come through and make a play for your