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Let me start off by saying that the coach had great intentions for the way he coached. Hardnosed, no nonsense guy, who taught discipline. Learning the art of discipline helps you on the field, but the results are even more notable off the field in everyday life. You cannot go wrong with being a disciplined individual. Real big on fundamentals, a perfectionist at teaching them. The speaker states, " And had perfect unquestioning faith in the fundamentals of blocking and talking, the idea of warfare without suffering or death, the concept of teammates moving in harmony like planets. An architect at work piecing together a formula to prepare his team the best way he can.

It was that time of the year again, football season. Football is a sport in which I am very passionate about, I never knew I could or would be so passionate towards something, until one very specific game. It was a Saturday afternoon, the breeze was just right, the temperature was just right; not to cold and not too hot. Being the first game of the season I didn’t know if I was going to play or not. However, I was proven wrong Coach Smith hollered “Shawn!” I stood up startled at first and right then and there I knew that was my moment to shine and shine is what I did.

It all started when I walked into Island Coasts High School’s open house. I didn’t know what to expect, and was filled with trepidation about whether or not I would even know enough about football to sign up. I made my way to the cafeteria in order to sign up. I met the coaches,

I practiced at every practiced and played in every game. With my help on the offensive line, our team went undefeated and then moved on and captured the youth championship title, a game where I again played every down and never gave an inch. The season as a whole was by no means easy, but the championship game was the toughest. I blocked a guy that was a foot taller than me and he had about ninety pounds on me. This did not discourage me though, I worked him every play. My hard work and dedication showed so much that the coaches recommended me for the all star game. For the all star game each team in the county recommended five players, then all the players were split into two teams. After a week of practice with the new team, the two all star teams played on the following saturday. I again worked hard enough that I started and played the entire game. We again won the game. Due to my hard work and dedication, not only did I prove my mother wrong and get recognized for being the first female in the county to play, I also started a movement. After my football career, many other females in the county decided to challenge the gender stereotype and play

Ever since I was a little kid, I have admired the game of football. When I was a couple of years old, I was photographed in the Bulldog Bark kicking a field goal because they were doing an article on my dad about football. I had the same dream that every other little kid had. I wanted to be an NFL football player. So like usual, my parents told me to work hard and it might pay off. By the time I was in middle school, I knew I wasn’t going to be a professional football player, but that didn’t stop me from working. Growing up, I was always the quarterback or fullback, so when my dad told me my junior year that he wanted me to try the line, I was a little shocked. I had come in every single day of weights since I was in 7th grade, and he was moving me to the line. At first I was hurt, but it was a great decision because I loved the time I spent with the other lineman.

On my first day of rocket football practice in fifth grade I was nervous. This was the first year at my new school I would be playing football; Because of this I felt I had to prove myself to the players and the coaches. Unexpectedly, my coach yelled promptly at 6pm for us to fall into a line. Out of fear of running laps we all compelled to orders. Being the new guy, I was shoved to the fresh start of the line, after chatting with the two coaches beside him. Suddenly he began to speak in a less tempered voice. In such a way that made it seem he just realized he was yelling at kids to begin with. Calmly, he told us about how we were not allowed to practice without our helmet, shoulder

Stepping onto the field, all eyes on me, the crowd chanting, “block that kick! block that kick!”. That’s the only thing I remember from our 25-22 loss over Sun Valley my sophomore year. As a kicker on the football team you have a hard job. It is 10% physical and 90%mental. Having the teams trust is a real confidence boost, but after that night, I wasn’t sure if I had that anymore. Crying, a quiet locker room, not being able to sleep, all of the sad faces. That’s not what the end of a football game is supposed to look like. “Maybe I’ll get over it”, I asked myself. Little did I know this would help shape the future of not only my football career but also life in

Being a scrawny exceedingly short fifth grader, I was surrounded by other fifth graders that seemed to tower over me like skyscrapers. It was a Scorching, sunny, beautiful Monday: but more specifically it was the first day of the football season. The nerves in my body started to take over and almost felt out of place because small skinny kids don't play football, but my love for football exceeded beyond my fear and allowed me to give it a shot.

“How am I supposed to count on a guy who can’t finish sprints? Who can’t give the effort to be great?” our new seventh grade football coach screamed into my facemask, spitting in anger. This was my wake up call. To this very day I have the same coach, and I still have flashbacks to that moment when he challenged me like I had never before been challenged. This 30 seconds would change who I am forever.

I come from a house where football is the reigning source of pride and entertainment. When I was younger, my family and I would wake up early on Saturday morning and get ready for my little league football game; afterwards, my dad would sit in his chair and watch college football. I had very minute competition for starting positions for all my life, until I reached the high school level. When I reached the end of my freshman year of football, I was one of the lucky ten to move up to the varsity level. It was the first year I had never gotten a chance to play in a game, and it felt as if I had no right to be considered a state champion. The following year, I earned a starting position on the varsity defensive line, and I immediately started to become over-confident of this achievement. Due to not producing on the field, I lost that starting position to stubbly little senior a few weeks into the season. I was soon switched to offensive line where I earned a starting spot on the roster. Later on in the first round of the play offs, I broke my foot and was not able to play the rest of the year. That was a rough year to say the least, for my

Since I was a little boy I loved the sport football. When I first got to the high school, I heard Coach Johnson was a strict coach that would threaten to kick you off the team for the slightest thing. Only caring for the players he thought was good enough. From the people I asked all I heard was negative comments about the coach. The oncoming season was coming and I was soon to find out. When I was younger I was childish I took everything as a joke, laughing and playing and took nothing serious. I changed my childish ways to become a mature man that I am today. Coach Johnson saved my life because who knows what I been doing if I hadn’t.

As an individual who has an appreciation for the game of football, nothing would be more thrilling to me than playing under those Friday night lights. As a child, I had idolized the players from my home town football team. I’ve always dreamt of one day being in their shoes, playing in front of a crowd full of people. Once I began my high school football career, I was very eager to play Varsity. Little did I know, from freshmen to junior year I would be plagued by injuries that would not allow me to participate. I was on the verge of giving up and quitting football altogether. It would have been simple for me to give up, but I was not going to let my childhood dream and years of commitment go to waste. My senior season, I was able to conquer

As I arrived, stepping out of my car and onto the turf field behind the gym, I glanced over to see several football players sitting and staring as I approached. One even had the audacity to say to me, “What are you doing here this early?” Instead of responding, I just stared at him and silently walked past him leaving him speechless. That judgmental question stung and stuck in my mind as I

The next day at tryouts I was so nervous that my palms were sweating.Coach Mason was looking for speed,strength,agility,and awarness.I was never so nervous at tryouts before.It was a week after tryouts and Coach Mason put the list up.I was excited and scared at the same time,finally i got to the list and saw that my name was’nt on the list.I went to Coach Mason later that day at practice and asked why I didn’t make the team.Coach Mason said that i did the worst out of everyone.I was shocked at what the coach

"You looking skinny today bro", "Put some meat on those bones", "tall skinny boy". These were just some of the comments people would say to me during my sophomore year of high school. I was 6', 140lbs and I earned a tryout for my high schools varsity baseball team. I felt as if I did a good job during tryouts, but when it was time to walk into my coaches office to decide wether or not I made it, my heart was pounding like a drum. I took a seat and just by the look of his facial expression I knew I didn't make it. My coach told me "we have some real men on this field. Big men, and your just not one of those men." My heart felt like it feel out of my chest. The next day I felt angry, more of a motivational anger. I started working out everyday,