Personal Narrative-Football

When David Charles Johnson was a child, he wanted to become a professional football player. He always wanted to become a quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. As his parents raised him in Madison, Wisconsin, they encouraged him to try new things and would push him to do his best. David had a lean build with dark-brown hair and blue eyes. He participated in multiple sports, but he enjoyed baseball and football the most. In both sports, he enjoyed the throwing aspects of each game. He enjoyed pitching in baseball and being a quarterback in football. When high school arrived and David was a sophomore, he decided that he only wanted to play baseball and football. He and his parents decided it would be better for him to focus on his academics

Two minutes before the end of the first quarter, a buzzer sounds. It is Saturday afternoon at Bryant-Denny Stadium and the buzzer is basically ignored as the Crimson Tide players continue the game. For collegiate players, the two minute warning is just an indication that the first or third quarter is about to end. In the NFL, though, this same buzzer indicates a mandatory

The third quarter has just started and both teams are coming out fighting. The Ravens have a great start. Jacoby Jones just scored a record tying 108-yard kick return. The Ravens fans are ecstatic along with the team. After the Ravens scored The power went out in the stadium for 34 minutes. The 49ers are using this time to regroup and get their act together. They definitely regrouped because they just scored 17 points this quarter. Michael Crabtree had a 31-yard touchdown, Frank Gore scored a 6-yard touchdown, and a 34-yard field goal was kicked by David Akers. At the end of the third quarter it was 28-23 with the Ravens still in the

November 8. In appreciation of my brother, I wore his favorite team’s t-shirt for the Tennessee

November 8. In appreciation of my brother, I wore his favorite team’s t-shirt for the Tennessee

Sunday, November 3, 2013 is a day that I remember so vividly. It was the day of my first ever Patriots game. I grew up surrounded by Patriots fans, my mom, my

Lombardi revolutionized the game with his leadership, and maybe the most famous play drawn up in NFL history, the “Packers Sweep”. The NFL was growing to be something huge in America then, a new league came along. The American Football League began in 1959, looking to become a rival league to the NFL(Pro Football HOF).

The 1958 NFL Championship game changed football. An era before the Superbowl is almost unidentifiable to most spectators today. The story is told by first hand accounts of Hall of Fame player and broadcaster, Frank Gifford and assisted by Peter Richmond, an accomplished writer. Peter has been published in popular publications and has written three books of his own. They had included conversations with players, on both the Baltimore Colts, as well as his New York Football Giants, for their recollections of that time and pieced together a fascinating story.

This is probably the most popular and used play in football. This play requires that the running back runs off the outside hip of the tackle.

The chills creep up my spine, uncomfortably I notice every single person there was watching my every move. We were going head-to-head with the Vikings, they did very well at intimidating our team to death, but inside I knew we could try. They had some tall buffy people that didn't seem afraid that our dignity was high and on the line. We couldn't waste it here, right now. Next, a loud Screech the referee blew her whistle, and at that moment we knew it was time. We played as if it was the Olympics, even though it was just for fun.Then, the ball went all over the court back and forth meanwhile the crowd screaming, cheering, and excitedly saying, “Go Huskies!”

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 January 4, 1234. It was the first year of Michigan football. Michigan was the Wolverines. They were facing the Ohio State Buckeyes. The Barnharts were very excited! Mom was from Michigan, and every one was with her. “GO BLUE!” they yelled altogether.

After five and a half long hours, we finally arrive in Iowa City. The town was buzzing with many people who were wandering along the streets and tailgating areas. The football game was at 7:00 p.m. so we had to wait the whole day just to go to the game. While waiting for the

“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.

Within the blink of an eye, the fear arouses within my body. Standing before me was my friend who now was my adversary. The idea of clashing together was absurd as it only raged our feelings, but brought amusement to the spectators. The sound of the whistle blew, like a deer caught in the headlights, my body flew preparing for the worst as my body collapsed despairingly.