Personal Narrative-A Football Life

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.

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.

In my opinion it is the best sport that I have ever came in contact with. Between Baseball, Basketball, Tennis and Track I believe that Football is the greatest sport ever created. It is my favorite thing in popular culture right now. The game of Football also allowed me to build character and grow as a person, and it taught me how to preserver through adversity. This game has enhanced my perception about commitment and sacrifice. This sport is the reason that I am able to attend the Howard University. This game is also a good stress reliever; I mean who wouldn’t want to hit someone legally without getting in trouble.

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 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.

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!”

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.

The mixture of dread and excitement come as I walk onto the court. It’s eight in the morning and as I look around, everyone has a tired look on their face. The parents all have coffee and look half asleep. On the other hand, the coach is pumped up. I slip my shoes on not really noticing what I’m doing. Our first game on a new team. We are expecting a team we have played team before but when they walk in, we get a real shock.

He has a few days left before the winter break, so he decides to hang out in Pencey for a week. He stops by one of his favorite teacher named Old Spencer. Old Spencer was his history teacher so he reads aloud his essay and asks him why he was kicked out from two other schools. So he makes excuses to leave. Also his parent does not know he was failing most of the class and has been kicked out from his school.

Contradictions in his speech occur often. He says he is not her father and then later states that he is “talking to [her] as [he’d] talk to a son.” John tells her of his love for teaching and his students but also disregards his class and the textbook as things of little consequence. Instead of addressing the issues Carol presents, John suggests she drop the course and later simply offers her a free A: clearly not the actions of a teacher with a student’s educational success in mind. Instead of simplifying his language for Carol’s understanding, John heightens it.

Johna is well liked by his friends.He makes jokes and laughs with them and people generally like him. For example, “you rock ’’ William said to him.There is a problem his friends aren't there for him when he travels through time.Also the eighth graders hate him they try to slam him to the ground but teachers were always there to help him.People from time usually ignore him “ shut up kid’’ is what they would usually say to him.

I was anxious to get out of class gazing at the clock, and as I hear the bell I dart to the field.There were at least 100 7 and 8 graders waiting to try out. As I walk onto the soccer field I hear “DUCK”as a soccer ball whizzes by my head,“That was a close one,” said JJ. Mr.Hutcheson then came and said that he was going to be the soccer coach thus starting the tryouts.

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.

“Bill come on time to go!” Tom's mom screamed. Every summer Tom has to go to summer camp. His parents are traveling all the time because of work. Tom really doesn't like to go, he’s not the “athletic type.” Tom does not have a lot of friends and keeps to himself. As Tom walks down the stairs to the car he feels a little overwhelmed. Tom has gone to the camp three summers in a row and feels weirded out when he’s near the woods. The camp counselors don’t like it when kids go to the woods by themselves, apparently kids have disappeared but the counselors don’t talk about it too much.