Personal Narrative: My Decision To Play Football

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I was nine-years old in 1952, and it was on a brisk August Sunday afternoon when my Dad took me to my very first 49ers game at Kezar Stadium for an exhibition contest against the Cardinals, from Chicago. As I remember the weather was overcast and the temperature a cool 60 degrees.

It was just another school night in the seventh grade. Our recreational tackle football team had a practice at 730pm until 9. It was a very swampy night and from that I felt myself very sluggish. At the time, I was a backup running back. I was always left on the sidelines facing the chills of the cold wind during games. I typically didn’t get to see much playing time on the field, but that night I got my opportunity. I was receiving kicks during a punting audition and all I was doing was catching the ball and throwing it back, nothing unique. One throw after another, my coach began to praise my arm strength. Seeing me pass the ball was a true eye-opener. That night, I went from a backup running back, to the starting quarterback of my rec

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.

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My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho.

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.

The next games went by so fast it was October now a month or so left in my high school football career. Just very infuriated at this moment feeling pathetic, since the back therapy I was going threw was almost over. I had a feeling that nothing was going same again this season our record was now 8-0, still not satisfied. Because we only had two games left in regular season and they were against central catholic on Oct,24th 2014 varsity football team lost Friday's home conference game against Central Catholic (Toledo, OH) by a score of 56-33. Now one more game we were 8-1, I was finally done with my physical rehab it was about time missing 8 games total.

The summer of seventh grade changed my life drastically waking up at 6:30 AM to go to football camp in the morning was completely new to me. But i knew from the very beginning that i wanted to have this sport in my life as long as i could, something about putting on football pads and running for a touchdown or tackling someone i just absolutely loved. And while football practice to

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.

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.

But during my junior year the head coach began to have problems with me. He started pulling my play time to the point where I never actually got to play. He and I began having bigger and bigger issues as the days went on. Our football schedule was year-round. We had practice and weights every morning at 6am during the spring. Practice Monday through Thursday in the summer and then every day during the week in the fall. With all of that time you could see there wasn’t much time away from the team or the coach. This caused there to never be a resolution of the issue. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and after my junior season in the fall I let my coach know that I was no longer playing football. This was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. Football was my life. It’s all I knew and all I spent time doing. It was a huge adjustment to suddenly no longer having to get up and go work out in the morning and no longer had to stay after school for practice. At the time, it was hard but I became content with my decision and I knew that I made the right

I have been think of what to write about for this responds and I couldn't think of anything, but then it came to me. I was sitting at the dinner table with my mom and brother and they asked me what I want to do after high school and I said go to college to play football or take over the farm. But as they always do they said no what are you really want to do. My whole life I have been told you are too small to play football or you don't see your father scraping to get by with the farm. I know that playing football in the NFL is more of a dream then a real career and I can see that but the farm is a realistic idea, but people still want me to do what they want me to do and not what I want to do. I know that they are trying to only help be but what I believe in is doing your own thing.

My whole body is completely numb as I set my feet in the torn up, muddy battlefield known as the gridiron. I glance up to the scoreboard we’re up by 3 with 30 seconds to go. My chest is pounding through my shoulder pads and a tingling sensation runs through my arms. “It’s fourth and goal, if they hold them here they’ll win the game!” comes over the loud speaker as I hear hundreds of screaming fans cheer. I can barely see from the sweat dripping down my eyes as I look over to the sideline to get the play call. Coach calls 43 Mike Will Cover 2. This is it. This is what I have worked for. My hands are shaking with anticipation as the quarterback starts his cadence. “Down!” I scan the lineman. “Set!” I know this play it is coming right for me.

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