Personal Narrative: Biff Carter's Football Team

With my eyes glued to the ball. Just waiting for the center to snap it to the quarterback I made sure my cleats were dug in and ready to go. As the center moved the ball I charged forward shoving the center out of the way and slamming my shoulder into the quarterback and taking him down before he had a chance to blink. After the play, there was time to think to myself about the past week, the events that had transpired, the important decision I had made, and about that one sunny day at practice.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

I am at the Hillsborough Raiders Varsity Football Championship game, and the date December 6, 2015. My parents are in the stands, but I am not, I am in the football players locker room because I am the starting wide receiver on the Raiders. Everyone on my football team calls me the star of the team, but I don’t know why. I am just Vedant Chintawar, a 14-year-old Indian with brown skin, with a staggering height of 6’2. somewhat strong, glasses and with black hair, who loves football. I am the average C student, barely passing my classes. I love the New York Jets, work at Modell’s to get free items for football, and I am the best Freshman in the United States. Other people would also describe me as nice, and friendly to everyone.

I was getting of the bus at Pike High School to start my high school soccer career. I remember being extremely excited and happy to finally get the season started. The team stepped off the bus and formed two lines to walk to the fields to warm up. I began my warm up feeling fresh. I got plenty of sleep the night before and I was not too nervous.

The temperature rises in the warehouse-like building as six teams attempt to hit their individual pyramids. Five hours, lunch, five more hours, dinner, three more hours; repeat three days for best results. It’s June, and the season has just begun.

1.5 seconds. I had developed an automatic timer in my head, and when it hit 1.5 seconds, I was in trouble. It was physically and mentally agonizing playing quarterback behind an offensive line that was known as being the smallest (and worst) our state division has ever seen. On average, my offensive line would give me 1.5 seconds to throw the ball before getting sacked by opposing defensive linemen. During many plays, I failed to find an open receiver in my allotted time, so I ran for my life - trying to extend the play, avoid getting sacked, and most importantly, avoid getting hurt. I grew up playing wide receiver, but switched positions when our quarterback decided to transfer schools because he couldn’t handle the brutality he faced during

While proud of what I was able to do to give back my community, my only regret is that I was not able to assist in a couple of areas. The most regrettable instance of this is Franklin Township’s Varsity Football. While we did leave behind some important moral codes behind that has already begun to sow the seeds necessary for success, we could not bring back the winning culture Franklin Football had in the past. Looking ahead, I now know the tools necessary to being successful and will work to be a greater influence in order to aid towards that success. Additionally, I’d like to be a more vocal person. Waiting until the middle of Junior Year to take a leadership role was a poor choice, as that was not enough time to turn an entire program around.

My adrenaline coursed through my body and my nerves were at an all time high as I was finally getting to play in my first game as a Varsity Wildcat. All my hard work had led up to this moment and there was no way I was going to mess it up. The all too familiar smell of the fresh cut grass made me feel comfortable at that moment and I lined up as the strong side linebacker and got ready for the play to start. Steam filled my helmet and my breathing got gradually quicker and quicker. The quarterback hiked the ball and I knew exactly what play they were running. I threw myself into the gap I needed to and made the tackle, but as I headed to the ground there was a violent crackling in my right knee. The whistle blew again and I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t. A flurry of emotions flooded my brain: fear, anxiety, pain, sadness, regret. When the trainer got me to the bench to see what had gone, wrong he determined that I had torn my Meniscus and I would be out for the season. All my effort on the difficult, hot, summer practice all nulled from this one moment. All my aspirations of

Even with all these insecurities in volleyball I decided to try out for my high school team. I wanted to play as many sports as possible in high school and figured what better way to start off my career than with a sport I became slightly familiar with in middle school. Volleyball camps and tryouts began a couple of weeks before the beginning of my freshman year. I started with the camps thinking it would help me gain skills that would help me in tryouts. The camp definitely helped but I shortly began to realize that this was way more serious than any volleyball I had participated in before. I realized I was going to have to put in a ton of hard work if I was going to succeed in making the team because I was not only going up against other

Throughout my life, there have been many people to come into my life and do such good things for me. The one person who really sticks out to me by willingly doing great things in my life John Carter, also known as, Coach Carter. He is a very selfless person ad always makes sure that he educationally pours into someone every day.

My hands were sweating, my feet were tapping , and my heart was throbbing all because of this one game. It was a Tuesday afternoon in route to my baseball game. The team and I were all in the bus talking about their predictions for our upcoming game. Not one person predicted us to win, all of us knew Newark Catholic was really good and we figured we didn’t have shot. We were a mediocre team preparing to play an excellent team, the odds were definitely against us. On the way to every away game, our team does each other’s eye black. Once we got done with each other’s eye black I sat back in my seat and kept to myself the rest of the way. All I could think about was about how good I was going to do and if I would prove myself to everyone. I finally

Coach Carter is based on a true story about a Basketball coach trying to turn a team of hood boys with minor chances of getting a bright future into a team of young respectful gentlemen with great success both on and off the court. 

Coach Carter's main purpose is not making the players become a successful basketball team. Instead, his focus is based on securing them a successful life. He wants them to have a standing chance at getting into college and encourages them into wanting more. This is seen although out the movie. The reason why Coach Carter wants them to focus on school and trying to get a better life. Is most certainly because he came from the Hood in Richmond himself. Coach Carter explains how some of his teammates from back when

First The trip there was so long it felt like four days but it was only two hours I was being sarcastic.

“Oh, sorry Norman.” I mumbled dazed by how blue the brown-haired boy’s eyes were. I stood up breaking eye contact with him and walked off the bus. As I was taking my first step towards the school someone’s foot stuck out in front of me tripping me, I landed face first into the pavement. Snickering came from behind me, I rolled over to see who it was. Please don’t be the Football team.

Friday nights spent at high school football games are the sure sign that fall has unofficially started. The air is warm with a cool breeze, and the sky is orange with the sun slowly falling behind the trees. My best friend and I walked around the stadium as more and more people came. Eventually, her boyfriend tagged along. Because big crowds give me anxiety, I clung to her like a koala bear. I held one of her hands and her boyfriend held the other. It was third wheeling in its prime, though it was yet to be known whether it was me third wheeling or him.