Personal Narrative: Life After Playing Football

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.

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.

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.

As the bells rang out Edgar gleefully said , “ Hurry up James we need to get there in time to be picked, or else we’re gonna be stuck with the nerds out in the field watching!”, as he ran out to the field toward the road where we would be playing tackle football.

I tried to play basketball, and i was really bad at playing because i had played softball all of my life i have never played anything else other than softball. My Dad tried to help me practise basketball but he didn’t know how to play either because he only played baseball. I was not any good at it, and i hated it because it was so hard to play and every time my coach would yell at me i didn’t know why because he never explained to me what i was doing wrong. I did want to give up because i hated it and i could not play at all and our team never won a game. I will try knew things out in the future and i hope that i will succeed in what i want to do because i am a person who sets their mind to things and gets them done even if it takes me my

I think what has influenced me the most has been my decision to play football. I joined the team at a time that most would not. Our high school football team had not been doing well and had also undergone multiple coaching changes in a short period of time. I made the decision to join the team to do what I could to improve our program.

This wasn’t just your typical football practice before your first game, this was trying to get everyone hyped after a rather laid back Monday practice. This was a more competitive practice than usual, trying to get everyone motivated for the first game against Clarksburg. Coach Song thought it would be a good a time to divide everyone up into teams, Team Zuckerman and Team Johnson. The teams were named after our running back and myself, who were voted team captains. In between drills we would have little competitions between both teams to try to bring a competitive edge for everyone to get excited for practice. Emotions were at an all-time high because Coach Song had yelled at us after the first practice to get us excited to on

I thought about what my dad said, and what my mom said, and ultimately pick to be a point guard. This year sucked. I was the worst player out on the court and was a complete train wreck. I shot and air balled over and over. I remember distinctly having to shoot a free throw and not knowing where to stand and I air balled both of the shots, I mean totally missing the entire circumference of the rim, it was extremely mortifying. I was made fun of a lot that season and didn’t get much playing time. Usually most people at this point would just look for a new sport and pursue something that comes natural to them. Well I didn’t, I used what he said that night to launch me into the deepest and most endowed training I would ever experience. That following summer I would go to the park and practice every single day from twelve in the morning to ten at night. This seems a little over exaggerated but it's not, sunrise to sunset. I prefered to play by myself because I could practice whatever I wanted and that’s where I got most of my practice in. So needless to say I got really good that year. Eighth grade came and this was my chance to show everyone what I got. I tried out again and this year I was amazing, and would prove my dad

I kinda moved away from soccer and started playing football it was my first year and wasn't sure how I would do or what I would do. They put me at inside linebacker and I didn't know what to do I just remember the coach said go for the ball and hit them as hard as possible. .

I believe that most of my professors would look at me and think that I am active, but I think that they would be surprised to know about my football career. Having the chance to play professionally for the Canadian Football League, while taking 19 credit hours, would be something that they would probably be surprised to know about. In terms of traits, I think that they would find it somewhat surprising that I am naturally a shy person. In class, I like to stay active in conversation and participation because we may potentially be graded upon this. Outside of the classroom, I am typically more reserved. I am usually more focused on things that I need to get done in order to succeed, as opposed to joining a group of people for coffee and chatting.

When i was 9 years old i had some friends at my apartment complex and we would climb this wall to get onto a street and we were bored and we climed it one day at had the bright idea to just jump off into a bush and so we did it and i twisted my ankle.I had some friends by the age of 10 who were older than me and we were walking around in the southlands mall and we walked passed a mattress store and i was dared to go in there and jump on all the beds and fall asleep i did it and got in trouble.Later that day we walked to safeway and bought some stuff them messed around i chucked a football across the illes and we ran back to my old elementary school and of my friends had a date come by and i got bored so i saw some kids playing football so i

Football is a great sport. I also did football myself. When I was nine years old I joined the Tri County Hurricanes. When I first joined the team I was trash. I did not know how to hold the ball, throw the ball, nor catch the ball. When I was practicing at home and on the field I got better and better every day . So I got back on the field the next month and I out ran people, caught the ball, and I made the QB( Quarterback ) spot and wants we got done all you done all you can smell is the wet grass and all you can hear is the football players hitting each other back to back to back.

When I was seven years old I wasn’t really an active kid. I was different from other kids. I wasn’t motivated to make myself better in any way. My mom wanted me to become more active, so she signed my up to play Basketball. Basketball was my favorite sport to watch on TV. Basketball seemed like it would be fun so I decided to try it out for the first time.

Growing up, my number one priority was always football. I wasn’t necessarily the kid who was born with a ball in his hand; but, I was pretty close. The first time I caught a pass—playing touch football with some older boys in my neighborhood—I was hooked. I remember running as fast as I possibly could, ignorant of the straining pain in my legs and lungs, not looking back for a second, certain that someone would touch me at any moment, but caring only about the goal line getting closer and closer. Then, victoriously, I crossed our goal line; and, as my feet stuttered to a stop, I was greeted with roaring cheers from my friends. I remember replaying that moment in my head a lot, especially the sensations and emotions that accompanied it. I felt

2 hours past by and I still haven’t found anything to help us with this situation. I asked at least 15 people if I could borrow their basketball but half of the people I asked were busy and the other half just didn’t have a basketball. At that point I thought it was going to be a dead mission as in we won’t be able to play basketball today. Then, I came up with a very in the moment solution, and that solution was to go to Meijer’s and try to steal a basketball. I threw the suggestion into the air for all my friends to hear and give me their opinion on it. I didn’t hear a “NO DON’T DO THAT” so i thought to myself, what could go wrong. I was feeling super confident & unstoppable on that that boring Monday.