Personal Narrative: Middle School Football

The pressure was on. Myself as well as my middle school football team had been practicing for weeks to beat our opponent, Southport Middle School. They had beaten up the year before and it was our turn to pay them back.

Football isn’t just about going on the field and playing 4 quarters against another team every week. It’s not just those Friday nights going to watch your high school team play. Football is a brotherhood, it’s your second family. It’s making memories that you will have with you for the rest of your life. It’s the hours of preparation, sweat, tears, blood, bumps and bruises and going back out everyday just to give it your all. Football isn’t just a game that i’ve played it’s something that has shaped me into the person I am today.

It was a brisk fall evening, and my seventh grade youth football team and I had traveled to Aberdeen to play the undefeated Chiefs. We had worked harder and longer than we ever had that week to show that we were a threat in the league and ascend from our third place ranking. We knew it was not going to be easy; the Chiefs’ team had the fastest running back in our division, and they had scored more total points per game than any other team in the Southeast Idaho Youth Football League. The field was neater and greener than we had expected in this town. It was a great day for football, and I was with all of my best friends. I knew going in that it was going to be a learning experience whether we won or lost that night because the Chiefs were

I jogged over to my position and began examining my opponent. He was a tall, large person. I knew that I had to use technique to be able to compete with this person because my size obviously was not enough. Driving this person back turned out to be easier than I thought it would be. Maybe it was because of my skill or maybe he just wasn’t as good as I anticipated. Play after play I was able to overpower him and have our running backs or receivers make multiple plays. The game played out in our favor and we ended up winning 28-8.

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

Later in the day, my wife pointed out to me that there was a picture of me in the newspaper, vomiting. When I saw that picture for the first time my stomach turned. I thought I was going to throw up again. It was incredibly humiliating and I knew I couldn’t let the people who looked up to me the most see me like that. Not my teammates, my peers, my wife, my son, nobody. It was pathetic. With that picture out in the media, I was already focused on tomorrow’s practice. I was determined to come back the next day, playing harder than ever, and proving everyone wrong.

Not on the outside, but on the inside. Now, I was determined that I wanted to win, no matter what the pain was. After all, no pain, no gain! I went back on the field and went off. I caught every single ball that was even thrown even in my direction, and later I found out that if I could get two fingers on the ball, it was as good as caught. The coach kept me in the rest of the game, and I realized that I was in the zone. I didn’t hear any of the trash-talking the other players did, I didn’t hear the fans, I didn’t even twist and turn and juke out the defenders, my body did for me automatically. I didn’t feel any of the pain, I did not realize that I scored so many touchdowns, I was pure adrenaline. Before I knew it, the score was 49-56 Montgomery, the fourth quarter, there were only 50 seconds left on the clock, we were at our own 20-yard line, and we had no timeouts remaining at all. This was the real test, to see if we deserved to be the champions. One touchdown, 6 points would reduce the loss by one, and the extra point would tie the game. But, if we went for the two-point conversion, then the game would be over, one way or

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.

It was mid September 2016 we were on our making our way to Lake Hamilton. An hour and a half later we arrived, it had been my first time in Lake Hamilton ever. I walked into the sunlight exiting the bus. We all ran to the locker room and got a drink of water and went to stretch so we wouldn’t have problems with cramps and charley horses. We started hitting practice and ran some sprints to warm up. Soon after the Lake Hamilton football team came out. I wasn’t intimidated to the slightest, I knew what I was capable of and was hunting for fresh blood.

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.

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

In my life I feel like I've been very successful, whether I was playing sports or working hard for school. When I regress to my glory days during middle school, I feel very euphoric, almost as if I was boasting to a group of my friends. I look back and see myself as if I was practically infallible. I remember how my attendance was merely perfect up until the first time I had gotten strep throat at the end of my 7th grade year.Or how my pop warner football team went 9-0 for the season, winning the championships of the Big Island.

I remember when I was little thinking how awesome it would be to play football and I looked up to the people older than me like in middle school or high school when I was in elementary thinking that someday I would be in that same situation.

I have been playing tackle football since I was in 5th grade. I love the sport football, let me be honest you have to be tough to play football. Football is a contact sport if you take the contact out no one will play football. That is why “Concussion Legacy Foundation to support a new parent education initiative, flag football under 14.” I would have to disagree because football is a serious sport you don’t need an injury right when you go into highschool. You should know how to play the sport before highschool people are touch in high school.

There stood the final score 27-21, Vikings have done it, they are going to the Championship, again.Steelers stood quiet on the sideline while their opposing team were jumping up and down all across the field yelling and screaming and hugging each other in joy.Then you had my team, the now beaten Steelers who had just blew their Championship chance all because of me. I was only a sixth grader then and I was only playing in a little league,but felt terrible not in the mad way like an angry bull charging a fire red cape but disappointed like as if you had a chance to save the world and you decided to stay watch TV. As I was presented with a third place medal I wondered if I even deserved it had I not of fumbled the ball I would have a cheering team and a golden trophy in my hand but no, I had a bronze medal hanging from my neck.So from that day forth I decided I wasnt ever going to stop playing football and practicing football until my body couldn’t take it anymore.