Personal Narrative-A Football Life

Well for me, football is my top favorite sport. When I was in school, I had a problem with authority, and teachers would often make me mad. I tried hard to control my aggression, frustration, and anger. I jumped into drugs and cigarettes to fights and gangs. Because nothing I tried worked, I went to football tryouts. I felt happy and excited for the first time in a long time; I eventually got on the field and ran and ran.

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.

Football is back as the first preseason game was played last Thursday. With football coming back, so does fantasy football. Like a lot of people (myself included), you’re scouring the internet for rankings. There’s plenty of rankings out there, but none of them tell you where to take a defense. I am going to present my strategy.

I was nine-years old in 1952, and it was on a brisk August Sunday afternoon when my Dad took me to my very first 49ers game at Kezar Stadium for an exhibition contest against the Cardinals, from Chicago. As I remember the weather was overcast and the temperature a cool 60 degrees.

My stomach tightened. I had never played free safety before. The ball was snapped, and I watched as the tailback widened out to receive the pitch. Never had I felt such an adrenaline rush.

It all started in 7th grade, our football team was at the time undefeated and we were in our second to last game. We were up by quite a bit and our team was feeling sanguine, our coach didn’t put too much thought into it, and called a run up the middle with our star running back Michael Lundy. He Got the ball and ran for Three short yards then suddenly tripped over a pile of angry, impassioned, irritable teenage boys. Michael had landed wrong and you could see by his expressions he was hurt, his dad came on the field and helped carry him off. We were forced to continue the game without Michael, which wasn’t all that bad because there were only three minutes left in the game. We the Philomath 7th grade braves had won our second to last game

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.

Jack couldn’t wait until recess time, he had been looking forward to it all day. As soon as Jack got dismissed outside where it was cold and the sun was giving him a smile it was so bright. He dashed to the basketball court where he played every day. He was minding his own business until out of a sudden the school bully and his jerk squad starting hollering insults at him. Colby escorted over to jack and shoved him on the ground this was normal for jack he often got bullied by him. After the charge it drew a huge swarm of people, and the pressure shadowed over Jack. The crowd was chanting at the top of their lungs “Fight,” “Fight,” “Fight!”

The game of football has been a crucial part of my life and an integral aspect in my maturity as a young man. From playing, watching, or teaching the game, I have learned many qualities that are needed to be successful in life. I have gained toughness from many long workouts, practices, and games. I have also learned how to take criticism in a positive way and become better from it. At Michigan, I would hope to continue any role possible involving football. Whether it would be playing, coaching, or even helping with equipment, I would love to participate in any way

Football wasn’t just a sport for me. It shaped my life in a lot of different ways it helped me become the person I am today. I started playing football when I was twelve years old when I started play it became the best sport ever. I started learning how to do a lot of different stuff on the football field. Football allowed me to take my anger out on the field.

I would say at some point in every child’s life they are going to get hurt while playing a sport. You cannot escape the inevitable, and it doesn’t make a difference if those injuries come from recreational or competitive sports its all the same. I am 18 years old and I have been playing soccer since I was 4 and my dad has been my coach ever since. It is obvious we share a love for the sport and throughout this rollercoaster of a journey I have had bruises, bumps, sprains, scrapes, and everything you can imagine to receive from a contact sport. It just the way of the game, and I never once regretted taking one for the team. I was more than ecstatic to begin playing at the high school level because that year I would also be playing competitively

When I left school that beautiful Spring day, I had no idea what was in store for me. After another long and boring day, I happily walked out the building and was searching for my dad’s car. He was parked on the edge of the street and told me to hop in the backseat. He looked at me and said that he has a surprise for me. I was extremely excited.

High school is a time of growth, knowledge, and taking advantage of opportunities given to you. Many students go through their high school experiences basing their decisions on societal expectations and status and peer pressure. I chose to take a different approach to the experience and challenged the belief of society's routine high school experience. The choices I made and the changes I retained helped me to establish and expand my individuality.

He was buzzing with excitement as the coach was reading off the starting roster, Tim was bursting with anticipation as he read “Goalie, Tim” Tim’s teammates started to shout in celebration as they knew he was the best choice. But Tim soon realized who they were playing; the south city Spartans. They were undefeated for the whole season and had narrowly beat us in a penalty shootout in the last game of the season to decide who was number one for the state tournament. Tim was buzzing as he knew he had the chance to take revenge on not only the Spartans at the state level, but Harry, their captain and striker, bitter enemy of the whole team of inner city Cowboys.

I was not a good soccer player. In fact, the only reason I played it was because some of my friends did. Once I decided to end my “career” in soccer and started playing football, my life was changed forever. If it wasn’t for football, I would not be the person I am today.