Personal Narrative Essay: Let's Go B !

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

It was another scorching day. Not only were the players dripping sweat, but the fans in the stands as well. The announcer came on the loudspeakers and welcomed us onto our rivals field.

I watched the ball roll into the back of the net; it was 12-12 in overtime against Cardinal Gibbons. This was my last game with my brothers, best friends, and a family I will cherish for the rest of my life. I not only let my teammates down, I let my family down. We lost against Cardinal Gibbons in the 2015 3A State Championship game 13-12 in overtime. When they scored their final goal I immediately dropped to my knees and began to sob, I was not upset that I lost, I was upset that I let my family down and that was the last time I would ever step on the field with

We had the six point lead with only three minutes left, and we were confident that our defense would hold them as we had all day. The first play of the drive resulted in a long touchdown from none other than the running back. They decided to go for the one extra point to take the lead, and they converted with ease. We were tired and worn out, and we failed to score again. I was aggravated.

Students, parents, and siblings filling up the block with cheers, everyone screaming out their preferred High School team’s name. I went straight to the student section upon arriving, it was quickly filling up, hardly any space to move. The football teams then got on the field and the Palm Desert side went wild, water flying everywhere and students stomping to add noise. La quinta were the first to score, running the ball with very few 9 yards to go, scoring in the first quarter. Although, Palm Desert tried their best to get back in the game shortly after intercepting the ball to make the Palm Desert side get overwhelmed with excitement and have the coach run and hug the player who intercepted. Halftime came with La Quinta leading 7-0, close

We were all very upset. The first play they tried to throw the ball and we patted the ball down. Next they just tried to run the ball. We kept stopping them in the back field. It was fourth down and they were going to punt the ball. Logan and I went to the very right side of the line. When the kicker said, “hutt,” we all went to try and block the punt. Logan and I got through the blocks and blocked the punt. I was looking for the ball and realized that we were in the end zone. I saw the ball, I jumped for it and charlie was already on it. It was a touchdown. Everyone was so

In the hours after Notre Dame’s 31-0 thrashing of rival Michigan under the lights of Notre Dame Stadium, defensive coordinator Brian VanGorder’s stock had never been higher. His defense had just held Michigan to 289 total yards, forced four turnovers, registered three sacks, and produced perhaps the greatest gif in college football history. He’d replaced Bob Diaco’s “bend but don’t break”, totally unfun philosophy, with an attacking defense where he routinely sent multiple safeties, linebackers, cheerleaders, mascots, or as Don Criqui described it, the whole world. It was beautiful to watch; players flying around, making plays, taking the fight to the opponent.

He looked downfield, and he found a receiver. We were already at the 50, but the clock was still ticking. 43, 42, 41... Once again, Shibi took the snap and looked downfield. He saw me, and threw the ball, but the ball was tipped the last second and the ball was a little short. All I could do was to tackle the cornerback, so it would not be a pick, and so it was an incomplete pass. The clock stopped at 35 seconds, and we were allowed a huddle. After we got a couple more plays, we were still at the 40, we barely gained 10 yards, but the clock was at was at the 5 seconds left. Enough time for one hail mary. Shibi took the possible last snap for the season and dropped back as I sped downfield. I was at the 30, 25, 20 15, 10, at the 5, and I was wide open! I looked back, but Shibi was in trouble. All he could do was not get sacked, and a cornerback saw I was wide open and sped towards me. Out of sheer desperation, Shibi lateraled it to the running back to buy a few seconds, and lateraled it back to him, and Shibi bombed the ball to me. The cornerback and the ball were both streaking towards me, but the cornerback won. Then, the ball came a milli-second later, and we both jumped up at the same exact

We ended up losing the game 19-0, while we got dominated most of the game. But then after the game when everybody shook the coaches hands, they told all older kids and running backs how great they were, but when I went up, he didn’t even say anything. Not even a little “Good job this year.” I walked off that field hoping I never had to deal with that coach again. And my wish was granted, as this year we got one of the High School coaches who played everybody fairly and linemen were not at all overlooked. He helped us and even put the game on us sometimes. It had more pressure, but I loved it. I was visible

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

The day was loud and cold. The air was lingering with the smell of hotdogs from the night before. Everyone was cheering as the game was about to begin. The stands we’re full upon the kick to begin it all. There were people on both sides cheering for their team. The whole first quarter of the game we played was blank, there was no scores or anything that big of a play. But in the second quarter they opposing team Kettle Moraine took over. They were just driving on us the entire quarter. With the ending score of the half them up 14-0. During the break in between 2nd and 3rd quarter everyone was angry about how we weren't able to stop them. After are stretches we got ready to play again. Upon the kick being received in 3rd quarter it was about

I drove home from breakfast pumped for the game and more ready for this game than any I had ever played before. I just had this feeling in my heart, that if we all came together as a team and laid everything out on the line, we could come through with our first Monadnock victory. Hours passed, and there was still a nervous pit in my stomach. Bus time came, and we boarded united as a team. Nearly an hour later, we would arrive at our rival’s school. Together, we walked onto the field with an air of confidence and swag. We worked through the usual warm up. Our nerves were still buzzing when we heard the sharp squeal of

All of the hard work culminated in our last game of the season, the division title was on the line. With fifty-six seconds left in the game, we earned a corner kick. A perfect ball spiraled toward the six-yard box. Time slowed to a crawl as I felt my body leap into the air. Reaction, muscle memory and instinct took over. My teammates erupted when the ball whizzed off my head and landed in the back of the net. The clock buzzed seconds later and we all ran together to celebrate our win. I was elated we had won the game, but more importantly, I felt satisfied, and not just because of the goal.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.

Jug Week! Jug Week! Oh yes, Jug week was here. The school was excited, seniors were thriving, cheerleaders were pumped for the upcoming game. Everything was set and ready to go. We had the skills. We had the determination. What team could stop us? Coming from a win the previous week, I guess you could say we were pretty cocky. Social media was buzzing about the game, even the WDAM News came and interviewed students and players on their thoughts about the game. The entire school was anxious. The pep rally set the tone for the night. The football players' energy combined with the band and student body was through the roof. The boys chanted on their way to the field house, "We Ready, We Ready for y'all! "