Journey for direction In the late spring semester of my senior year in high school. I decided to take a risk with my future. All throughout high school I, identified as a football player. From a freshman I was placed on varsity and throughout my career I contributed heavily in games. Glaring into my history of sports I naturally believed college football was the route for me. During my final season as a high school student. I a major family set back. Lucky for me one of my teammates could not bare to see me leave during the middle of the season. He offered that I stay with him for the finish of the football season. I accepted his offer with much embarrassment and shame. For the first time the spotlight of being needy that I had been dodging all of my life finally caught up to me.
I remember sitting at his kitchen table feeling alone and depressed. As he and his mother flipped through freshly glued college recommendation letters. I could feel a wave of emotion hit my mind. It seemed like the letters were endless, people must have loved him to death. I was loved on the field but that was not enough. A lump of anxiety formed in my throat as I began to follow my emotions into the pit of fear that lined my stomach. Submerging in my thoughts I was disturbed by a light vibration coming
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Keep lifting weights, get good grades and prepare as though I have already been accepted into a school. Easy to hear, but without my father physically present to keep hold me accountable it was even harder to do. Gritting my teeth out of anguish each night followed by dreams of acceptance letters and scholarship calls. My routine was set and perused out of fear. Waking up before the birds I would go lift at the school each day at 4:45 am. Taking care of my body was first priority, while constantly feeding my spirit positive energy. Flipping back and forth between the thin pages of the KJV bible the books of proverbs, psalms and 1st
It was a nice day so I wanted to see if my friends could play, I rode my bike to Alex and Tony’s house. I got to the door and rang the bell.
''Football.'' Every one loves the game of football. I mean how can you not like football its just so much fun. To play and or watch . It's just so much excitement. Playing football I set a lot of goals . And I also achieved most of those goals. It wasn't the easiest thing to do but its really worth it . The reason I say this because it a workout. Your constantly moving every other second. So its really a good work out for teens. But my goal for football was to make a touchdown every game. The reason I wonted to score every game cause I knew that I was going to get some money every time I score. And another goal I set was to make a tackle every game . It didn't have to be a big tackle just a tackle. That's all I ask for myself every game . I
Football has been a big part of my life for as long as I could remember. Ever since I was in 2nd grade football has been my passion. Currently, I stand at 6”8, 260 pounds and I play right tackle for the Fayetteville Bulldogs. Football has shaped me up to the young man I am today and helped me get through the most tragic moment in my life.
As the bells rang out Edgar gleefully said , “ Hurry up James we need to get there in time to be picked, or else we’re gonna be stuck with the nerds out in the field watching!”, as he ran out to the field toward the road where we would be playing tackle football.
My mind was set to pursue a career in coaching after my undergrad. Leading into my first year as college football coach, I relied mainly on my personal and prior experience during college as a football player. I wanted to provide the players with support and guidance I did not experience having as a player. During my first year as an assistant coach, I managed to influence some players following my main objective in my first year as a coach. Going into my second year, I was promoted with my own position group, running backs (RB), to coach without having to shadow another position coach as an assistant. I was excited, passionate, and overwhelmingly ready to guide this group of young men into a spiritual, motivational direction using my personal experience and my prior knowledge of football to support my coaching goals and objectives.
We left Garberville, CA at 5 a.m. We knew it would be a long haul ahead of us. I slept on the floorboard of the back seat of Holly’s truck for the first couple of hours. Holly was a funny outgoing and straight to the point person. Along with us were my Mom and Dad, Dylan(Holly’s husband) and there two kids Ashley and Clayton. Dylan was a tall red head that is always the life of the party. Ashley was a short dirty blonde girl that loves her horses. And Clayton, clayton was just like his dad a big built red hair with blue eyes and super outgoing. Finally were my parents. My Mom and Dad we both very active outgoing people who got along great with Dylan and Holly and their kids so we knew it was going to be a fun week in Winnemucca. We
The next games went by so fast it was October now a month or so left in my high school football career. Just very infuriated at this moment feeling pathetic, since the back therapy I was going threw was almost over. I had a feeling that nothing was going same again this season our record was now 8-0, still not satisfied. Because we only had two games left in regular season and they were against central catholic on Oct,24th 2014 varsity football team lost Friday's home conference game against Central Catholic (Toledo, OH) by a score of 56-33. Now one more game we were 8-1, I was finally done with my physical rehab it was about time missing 8 games total.
I had gone for tryouts but I didn’t make the team because of my effort. In my 10th grade Year I was still a little bit lazy but I went out for spring football and got in shape and even pushed myself to not be lazy. After my 10th grade year I went for summer tryouts and practice for 11th grade year. I had made the team but I want as good as the others. I was mainly in shape but just a tad strong. I had never got in a game of my 11th grade year except for one but that was just for two plays. I made a bow that I would focus and work the hardest in my 12th grade year. When my 12th grade year arrived I worked hard and have gotten stronger and my opportunity came when one of my teammates had gotten injured, so they put me in and I demolished the offense I had gotten two sacks and 3 tackles it’s not much but it was enough to prove that I was working hard. Everybody was surprised at my performance and was amazed. After that Game I started my next five games. After those games I began to see myself decline because I had girl troubles, I was messed up in the head so bad I couldn’t even perform
My whole body is completely numb as I set my feet in the torn up, muddy battlefield known as the gridiron. I glance up to the scoreboard we’re up by 3 with 30 seconds to go. My chest is pounding through my shoulder pads and a tingling sensation runs through my arms. “It’s fourth and goal, if they hold them here they’ll win the game!” comes over the loud speaker as I hear hundreds of screaming fans cheer. I can barely see from the sweat dripping down my eyes as I look over to the sideline to get the play call. Coach calls 43 Mike Will Cover 2. This is it. This is what I have worked for. My hands are shaking with anticipation as the quarterback starts his cadence. “Down!” I scan the lineman. “Set!” I know this play it is coming right for me.
As you know, I was one of your favorite students but I didn’t get to actually tell you my story. When my two sisters and I lost our mother to breast cancer, I was only seven years old. It seemed like immediately after her death my loving and grateful father remarried. I struggled with reality for years and I felt lost. By the time my twenty-first birthday came I was pregnant. I had little knowledge on anything. Honestly, I missed out on my mother’s reliance on God including her guidance. There were periods of hardship until I finally cleared my mind. I started to listen to my step-mother’s military ways and I took action. I started my education with my dreams in mind and enrolled at Parkland College.
In the summer before my senior year, I tore my ACL while playing a small soccer scrimmage. The doctor explained my injury as very common in female soccer. But the heartbreaking reality made me feel much more than the statistic on the dry erase board that Dr. Mayer held. I loved waking up, going to school, and finishing the day with some type of sports practice! After the incident happened, I cried and whimpered for hours as my leg swelled to the size of a balloon. But the pain was much more than skin and muscle deep. With a post-surgery recovery time of nine months, I realized my high school athletic career had come to an abrupt and expeditious end. I had also ran out of college credits at my small school in the same year. Because of this,
I just got it last night and I have already gone through it. What am I going to do? I go through all of it like it is candy. I need to start pacing myself or this is going to get out of hand. I get more tomorrow but if anyone found out, it would be bad. I need to make sure no one is around this time. Last time, I almost got caught. Maybe I could get him to give it to me before the football game.
It was a warm fall day in late October down in Texas. Toby and his best friends, Jake, Will, and Conner were all on their way ridding their bikes to the football field to play a quick game of two-on-two. For there high school team the Red River Riders, Toby was the starting quarterback, Jake is a wide receiver, Will is a second string running back but a staring linebacker, and Conner was just a lineman but can do all that stuff better then them. When they got to the field it was Conner and Will verses Toby and Jake. Everyone switched from quarter back to wide receiver.
I was just wondering what was going, coach. I've gotten everything done. I didn't come to SAU just for the academics I left the full academic ride I had to come here. I want to play football. I may don't know what my position due to the fact I had no choice to play everywhere because it was a team need. I'm not really sure what Navy, Quincy, or any other school that offered where they wanted me to play and didn't really care because I like to play. I'll be honest I could've transferred, but I stayed. I lost every game there, but don't regret it due to the following: I made a lot of memories, rarely left the field, and to be a role model. I encourage you guys to check out my film to see where I can best help you guys. If you watch my film you
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