Personal Narrative: My First Day In A Football Team

Pulled up to S.A.S.H. football field with my pads, butterflies, and a whole lot of sweat. I was starting at tight end. I was also one of the captains on the Wildcats today. S.A.S.H. won the coin toss and was going to receive the kickoff.

Since they were only going to be involved with the first play of the preseason, they didn’t need much instruction. Rosanna went over the basics of the game, the role the quarterback plays and what the tight end was responsible for. One thing I can say about Rosanna, she is bold.

I recently went to Marist’s first football game of the season with Peyton (in our class) and Michael Cully. Mr. Yount was our teacher that day. I showed up early and helped set up the bus and the field with equipment for the broadcast. 30 minutes until the game Michael was showing Peyton and me the in’s and outs of the camera and we got to practice with them a lot. 20 minutes until the game Peyton and I were basically pros with the camera. 10 minutes until kickoff we start undergoing problems. Apparently even though the field was supposed to have Wi-Fi for us to broadcast, we didn’t get a single bar. So up until halftime Peyton and I were playing with the cameras while Michael and Mr. Yount tried to solve the

Senior year of college, Theresa, myself, Ryan and Michelle were the returning four on the cheer squad. We were at the football field getting ready to start practice when the players came out of the locker room to start there practice. I was scanning all the familiar faces then there he was. Just as good-looking as he was last year, and he was staring right back at me. I smiled at Ronnie until one of his teammates slapped him on the shoulder and turned his attention back to the drills they were getting ready to start. His tanned broad shoulders and muscles cut so perfect my fingers tingled at the thought of caressing every inch of him. “He’s single you know?” Theresa said.

It was the November of 2014 in Chicago, Illinois and the weather outside was 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit. My team and I were in Chicago for a hockey tournament and we were determined to win. I was staying at the hotel with my friend Trayce because my mom could not make it to the tournament. I was one of the goalies on the team and Trayce was one of the defenseman. At this time we had our ups and downs of the season, winning some games and also losing some. We occasionally tied another team because at this age, we did not have overtimes like high school through the NHL has. I had to miss that Friday of school for the tournament because we had an early morning game and an afternoon game on Friday.

Do you like football? Because this is my story about how I joined a football team! First, I asked my dad if I could join the school football team. My dad said “yeah I haven't really seen you on the football field so often, last time I did you played for the Heritage Hawks.” I was pretty nervous if they said no. So as I came up to meet the coaches, we talked and they said that they need a Right Tackle, so I was in! The coaches was was really nice, they said “after school tomorrow, show up at practice.”

As the sun started to set the lights began to warm up. I was staring out along the gridiron, staring down my opponent for the night. The breeze blowing against my face as my team and I stretch for the upcoming event.

When I turned 9 my team made my it passed districts with only one loss against Bushnell but beat them in the final game for states. States was hosted in Freeport, Fl, which is in the panhandle. When went through that whole tournament undefeated and in the championship played Bushnell again and beat them for the final place to qualify for the 2013 AAA World Serious. The world serious was hosted in Laurel, MS. It had to have been the hottest place on earth. The average temperature for this week of the tournament was 101, crazy right. In this tournament was didn’t win it but we placed fifth out of thirteen states.

Five of us sat in a dim room around an oval table. All of us ready to play a routine game of Texas Hold ‘em. The room was fairly bare other than the table we play on, a small television, and a vast iconic American flag. The small television was tuned to a sports channel, but the volume was obscenely low. They were covering all the week one College football games. Although we could not hear what they were saying we all had our eyes glued to the television. This first week of football was a rough one. My favorite team lost their opening game. This was why I desperately needed a win today. The table we sat around was set with an immense bag of chips, and a smaller bowl of cheese dip that lay next to it. I thought the chips tasted bland, although I could not resist a chip covered in the warm mouthwatering cheesy goodness. Only one distinctive aroma cut through the air, which was the scent of sharp bold cheddar. This cheese dip was transcending just

That day will remain etched vividly in my mind forever. It was a hot and humid day. We were playing up that weekend and our first game was on field four against the dominant pleasant hill billies. On the ride there my dad gave me a wonderful pep talk, he told me to not to screw up and that he wasn't going to let me play if I didn't do well, it wasn't anything new so I didn't let it affect me too much.

There was two minutes left on the clock. We were up 30 to 27. The other team in bounced the ball. I was guarding number 18. I saw the opportunity to grab the ball from him and try to put this game into the history books. Yes! I grabbed it and ran down court. I was about 20 feet from the basket. Then I felt a hand on the ball. It was number 18. I was so shocked that I dropped the ball. He took it and managed to score. I wasn't to happy.

The first time I played football was awful. It was probably one of the worst experiences of my childhood. When I was seven years old my mom signed me up for Football. When I heard the news I was ecstatic. I haven't' actually played Football, but it looked like it was fun and all my friends played so I knew it had to be fun.

It is a cold night in February, tonight is our first practice of the season. We are all sitting in the bleachers eagerly waiting for practice to start. Coach Dirkx walks over to us, a hush falls over us. He starts talking,

My first time playing football was in Houston, Texas. My dad took me to try out for this team name the Houston Steelers. A few of my cousins were a part of this team but I wasn't too sure if I still wanted to join the team after all. When I practiced for the first time I remember I got body slammed and that was the most crucial thing that ever happened to me I wanted to quit so bad. But knowing that I if I quit my dad will be very upset so I decided to stay in football. Playing sports is in my family's blood. There's like a bloodline in the family with guys that played in the NFL and guy’s who tried out for several NBA teams it's like a legacy that I have to lead up to. Knowing that I'm from California and playing Texas football was just a

    One day I was in my sixth grade Language Arts class. I believe for that week, on purple hall, which is where my team