Personal Narrative: My First Football Game

In the spring of my seventh eighth grade year I decided to branch out and try a new sport. I signed up for our school’s softball team. A new coach was going to be taking on the difficult task of teaching the love of the game to a group of girls. The coach was going to be my English teacher. Mr. D taught the team to play softball well. He

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.

One of my favorite memories that I’ve is my freshman year of football. This is my favorite because we turned ourselves into a 1-8 8th grade team to an 8-1 freshman team. This is a good memory because we came together as a team instead of individuals. This all happened week 1 in August of 2012. One of our teammates shoes were thrown on top of the rafters in the main gym at East Noble High School. Coach Amstutz was told about the incident and the whole team was punished and was forced to run 2 miles.

Sometime around fall of my freshman year, I decided to join the Marmion lacrosse team, mainly because many of my friends were playing, but also because its exciting nature intrigued me. I did not realize it at the time, but this decision would end up changing my life. Being an athletic person, along with lacrosse being a relatively easy sport to learn, I became a good player on the freshman team. I worked my way up the ranks, from getting minimal playing time at first, then starting a few games in. A little under halfway through the season, the JV coach asked me

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.

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.

Bam! I had just got back from vacation and it was the first practice with full pads. All the other kids knew what they were doing, I didn’t.

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

It all started at school. Everyone on the team was wearing their jerseys. Later in the day we had a pep rally in the school gym. It was a lot of fun and got us all pumped up for the big game. There were food and drinks for everyone and I had a good time. The next day was our game and I was focused on winning.

It was a warm fall day in late October down in Texas. Toby and his best friends, Jake, Will, and Conner were all on their way ridding their bikes to the football field to play a quick game of two-on-two. For there high school team the Red River Riders, Toby was the starting quarterback, Jake is a wide receiver, Will is a second string running back but a staring linebacker, and Conner was just a lineman but can do all that stuff better then them. When they got to the field it was Conner and Will verses Toby and Jake. Everyone switched from quarter back to wide receiver.

Victorious we had one more game one more chance to realize our goal make the playoffs. This one game summed up our season going into it our quarterback goes down with a high ankle sprain and can not play, but we were not worried as our backup was a phenomenal athlete we just needed him to play other spots till now. It is friday October tenth we had a home game against the Seymour Thunder who was in the same boat we were in win or go home, they were also carrying on their roster two Wisconsin badger recruits six foot six three hundred and sixty pound Jon Dietzen then do it all lineman at six foot four and three hundred even pounds Gunnar Roberege. The game does not start how we would like right out of the game they score on a long touchdown

I had such a passion for the sport and had never stopped loving it. Even though it took a lot of work to get back into shape and a lot of work to get back the techniques, I was happy to push myself. I decided to try out for the team at my community college sophomore year. I was genuinely terrified but I reminded myself that this type of opportunity was one that I could not take for granted. I made the team, but that was only half the battle. I wanted to be better than I was before. I wanted to prove that I could make a comeback and I needed to do it for myself. There were so many practices I felt like giving up and tried to justify it by the fact I had missed so many years and it was hopeless. The season had its ups and downs, but I had never been so proud of myself. I played great and I gave it my all. I learned a lot about myself as I played the game and also off the court with my teammates. I played college volleyball after three years of not being able to be on the court. I learned that I was resilient and there was nothing that I could not do as long as I worked for

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.

The rain was coming down hard stadium lights relflecting off the soaking muddy grass. The bleachers were packed with roaring fans you could feel the ground rumbling from the band playing.The fans waving flags and holding up homemade sighns. It was the championship my team and I had been practicing for this moment for so long. The helmets coliding as we reached in and said a quick prayer for good luck.

It made me think back to all the time and effort I’d put into my swing the past few months, spending late nights in the batting cage working out all the kinks. Suddenly, realization hit me. Playing softball at Harvard University was my dream goal. The goal that seemed so unrealistic, but I went all out to try for anyway. The feeling of disappointment started to be taken over by pride for coming so close to achieving this goal. The sting of rejection was still there, but it was dulled. What had seemed like the end of the world just an hour ago now actually seemed like a door opener. Working so hard towards one goal, I had given myself an advantage for other opportunities. I had improved not only my softball game, but had given myself grades and test scores that were Ivy-League ready. I realized that it was okay to not be the best fit because someone else was a better match there. It also meant that I was a better fit somewhere else, which filled me with excitement at the prospect of a new