Narrative Writing : On The Clock, 45 Yards Away From Touchdown Zone ' Down '

It was the biggest game of the year, what every person wants to win, the championship. The score is tied 24-24 and the Idaho Hawks had the ball on twenty one yard line. It was third down and five and they ran the ball for only two yards and it was fourth down. They went for the field goal and got it. The score was 27-24 and the Texas Rams were ready to receive to it. On the return they ran for twenty yards. With only five seconds left the quarterback, John Halen, threw the ball to James Morgan. Morgan outran the cornerback and with no time left Morgan at the five yard line dropped the ball. The Hawks won, they were the champions.

The heat bears down on me, as I feel my skin burning in the hot summer sun. Dust and dirt floats around the air and a thin layer of grime covers my entire body. Sweat drips around my goggles while adrenaline fills my body and my heart races. In the middle of nowhere in Virginia, I feel at home, I feel the turf under my cleats and the cool metal of the stick in my hands. As the timer ticks down, the buzzer rings, and the game begins. I look to my left and see my dad sitting on the sideline, ready to cheer as loud as possible. To my right I find my teammates, the most loyal group of friends I have, ecstatic about the potential of winning.

When discussing top cornerbacks to ever play the game of football, Deion Sanders’s name often will come into consideration. The Hall of Fame cornerback left an impact on the game that will be remembered forever. Whether it was his game changing interceptions, lavish lifestyle, or even his ability to hit home runs in the major league; Sanders was always finding a way to leave his mark known. However, becoming “Primetime”, a nickname he received at Florida State, didn’t come out the blue. From the time he was a young boy, Deion Luwynn Sanders was destined for greatness.

We got changed in the locker room, listening to music that would get our adrenaline pumping. The game started with a tip-off with us getting the ball and scoring on the first play, but so did the other team. The game was very close. We would score, they would score. No one ever got ahead by more than four points. At the end of the second quarter with ten seconds left, it was their ball and we were down by two. They did a nice play and a girl got a wide open three pointer. Then the buzzer went off and we all looked at our fuming coach and knew what was about to come at half time. You know that scene in the movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, where the other teams coach is yelling at him saying rude things? And then there’s the heartbreakingly beautiful scene where Jackie goes into the dugout and breaks his bat and screams and cries. That’s what our halftime was like. The coach yelling and us wanting to scream and cry, but still we had determination to win this game. We came back out ready to play and immediately tied it back it up. The game kept going back and forth, until the fourth quarter with a minute left and us up by four. The other teams coach called a timeout and our coach gave us a speech about if we wanted to win, we needed teamwork. Teamwork just like Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers. We came back out and held the game at four points until the buzzer went

It is the state championship game and your team has rose up from the bottom of the ranks. Even though you are the underdog, your team has pushed through any obstacles that were thrown in your way. You are much smaller than the number one team in the state, but you still find a way to keep the game tied. You are the senior quarterback and it would mean everything if you won. The fans are all in the stands screaming and you smile as you take in your last experience under the Friday night lights. There are two minutes left in the second half and the ball gets snapped on the third down at the 20 yard line. You catch the ball and look around frantically. All of your receivers are covered and you decide you have to run, but before you can move, a 300 pound linebacker slams you to the ground. A flag is thrown, but it is too late, everything goes black, after a few seconds, you regain sight, but you are still in a daze. You slowly stand up, but fall over immediately. You have a few seconds to rest while the ref is checking on you, your head is pounding as you feel the concussion, but you want to keep playing. Your coach leaves it up to you, and you step back out onto the field. You are now at the 15 yard line and the ball is snapped. You make eye contact with your wide receiver and pass the ball, it sails through the air. As you watch it leave your hand, you see the same linebacker out of the corner of your eye. Everything goes black again, but this time you don’t wake up. This

It’s the last game of the season 1 minute left in the fourth quarter. You have the football in your hands; you weave in and out of defenders trying to score and BANG… You get tackled and slammed to the ground causing you to bounce your helmet off of the hard turf. You're slow to get up and you’re coach pulls you out for a play to check to see if you’re ok. You tell him you’re good that you simply just “got your bell rung”; you tell him that your team needs you. He questions the decision, but he tells you to strap your helmet back on and get out there. The next play you feel sluggish but you play through it, the quarterback snaps the ball and hands it off to you, running straight through

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 he was in high school, he was told that he should focus on baseball because he was too small to be any good at football. Instead of listening to them, he kept trying. He was 5’4 but was still determined to be the best he could be in football. He was always trying to be better at football, he would keep practicing the plays until he had them memorized. He ended up being a great player, and breaking a record for tackles with 224, which still stands today. He wasn't the fastest, or the biggest, but he still tried to get better everyday.

A lot of people have the wrong idea of what a hero is, those people think that heroes are some kind of mythical beings that fight off people who wrong society. There are plenty of amazing heroes who didn’t fight off crime to them that title. For this essay, the hero that I chose to write about is Walter Payton. Walter Payton is one of the greatest running backs in history. He holds numerous NFL records and he is recognized by his nickname “Sweetness”. He is a hero because he inspired kids, dominated the NFL, and because of what he did and how he acted off the playing field.

But as the lights went off and the world grew dark, Michael lingered on the gridiron until he was the last person left on the practice field. Looking around him to make sure no one was watching, he began to sprint up and down the field, pretending he was the starting running for the Texas Longhorns. He made sharp cut after sharp cut, juking imaginary defenders and stiff arming would-be tacklers. He celebrated his way toward the end zone, pretending that he won the championship for the Cowboys, his favorite team.

Going into that game we had convinced ourselves that we had already lost before it even started. We were about as flat as a tabletop. While warming up we were pretty much just waiting for the game to end, so that we could just leave and just call it a year!” Once the game actually started something just clicked. We

It started out as a slow sloppy third quarter until Mississippi State had a chance to score. Although Mississippi State had a chance to score, their field goal kicker missed wide left. Everyone in the stands was very upset as we know we may not get another opportunity. Then things soon got incredibly worst. Ole Miss got a chance to score just as Mississippi State did with a field goal. Unlike Mississippi State, Ole Miss capitalized on their opportunity and scored at the end of the third quarter. Nervously, we got ready for the fourth quarter. Although our nerves did go away when Dak Prescott finally stepped on the field. The stands went crazy as Dak anticipated the first play. Dak helped move the team down the field into scoring position before being stopped by the Rebels. My heart dropped as I saw the field goal unit come out on the field to attempt another field goal. Everyone in the stands held hands and got very quiet. The kicker booted the ball as it floated through the uprights. We could not believe our terrible kicker made the field goal. The crowd went crazy as this game was headed to

We kicked the ball off. They picked the ball up and started to run. Bam, Denny hit him, hard. We were on defense now. They kept passing it and ended up scoring a touchdown. They went for the extra point but missed. We were down 6 to 0. They kicked the ball off and Misa ran it back to the 40 yard line. The offense was out on the field. The offense did a couple of plays and didn’t get any where. Than we did a reverse and Gavan ran all the way for a touchdown. We went for the extra point and we missed it. It was now 6 to 6. We kicked the ball off and they ran to about the 30 yard line. The refs blowed their whistles to tell us it was halftime.

Its 14-0 in the second half carys winning We hand it off to our running back he's running behind me”if I could just get these guys it's a easy touchdown” I thought. I throw my guy to the ground the running backs beside me i throw down another guy The running back is at the 5 years line the 4, 3, 2, 1 TOUCHDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 30 seconds left they throw a 30 years pass he catches it at the 10 yard line we tackle him 20 seconds left into the half we run to the line they have no more timeouts they spike it.Now it's second down they run a pitch to the right they get 4 yards then run it out of bounds they're at the 6 yard line 10 seconds left the quarter back is scattering he's about to be sacked he throws it it's perfect and the receiver is wide open there's no more time on the clock I jump up and swat it no good it's half time.I felt like a hero.

Overtime Patriots receive. I'm on the edge of my seat, I’m dying for the end hoping the Pats can pull it off. A minute goes by not much progress but we are almost at the 50 until we manage to pass for 30 yards and I almost fall out of my seat but I drop my popcorn, “crap” ”at least my parents aren't home”. After a bit me get to the 2 yard line, i’m basically off my couch and praying for the pats to not screw up. Thankfully we don't. We hand the ball off to White and he dives into the endzone. I jump up and scream in joy. So happy i’m almost