Personal Narrative: My First Football Game

We threw the ball off and they ran it for eight yards. The play wasn’t the best for them because once Tony got the ball, I hit him and he fell to the ground with a thud!

My very first Varsity high school football game was the best experience of my life. It was the first week of school and I had practice every day. The practices were heavy we practiced for four hours every day after school. Everyone on the team felt we were being overworked but, that was just the beginning of our season. Our first game was a Friday night all that time practicing made us ready for that night. Two hours before the game we had loud music playing and we were all yelling to get ready for the game. I remember getting on the field and hearing all the fans screaming. Now it was time for kickoff I lined up on the 50-yard line then the whistle was blown, and I sprinted to go tackle the ball carrier. I made lots of hits but also took some

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.

Sebastian tossed the football to Martin and he ran, the wide receiver was catching up to him but Edward tackled him down. I caught up to Martin and he tossed the football to me, i looked back at the clock and we only had 10 seconds left, i ran as fast i could but the quaterback was right by my side,i glared at him and i tried to tackle him down but he dodged my attack then he tried to tackle me down but instead of dodging him i tackled him harder than the first time and he fell down infront of me,

My first football season didn’t go very well. I didn’t get a tackle on defense. We ended up getting 2nd in our league. We were mad but we knew we could make it up next year.

7:00pm could not come fast enough. I was waiting anxiously in my seat for my first opportunity to start as a varsity player. I saw the ball soar through the air as my stomach churned, what I did not know was that we would lose that game twenty three to seven. We had not lost to that team in thirty nine years, and I wanted it to be forty. Preparation was our downfall, and all we could do was move on and get ready for the next game.

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.

August 27th, 2015 was the day. It was the Davenport West Falcons first football game of the year. After a 22 game loss streak and a new head coach, we were determined to turn the streak around. The day started with a pep aud. After my team and I cheered, head coach Peters got the crowd up on their feet and cheering. Everyone was so excited for 7:00 to come so we could see what the team had been working on all summer.

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've always liked sports and I've been playing them since I was very young. Since 6th grade I've been on a tackle football team called the St.Francis Warriors, along with a lot of my friends. Last Thursday was our skirmish. It was the first time our team has gone against live competition this year, and I was genuinely surprised at how well we did, at least in the beginning. When we first got on the field we were really excited to play, like we wanted to completely destroy the other team. On the first few drives we scored two touchdowns which made our team even more pumped to play. Once

After a sleepless night Saturday finally came around. As the team warmed up for the game I began to have butterflies. At last the first whistle was blown to start the game. Eventually it was time for are offensive unit to go in. On the very first drive I powered my way threw the the line of scrimmage and broke a huge 30 yard touchdown.

Sitting on the cold bleachers, I waited for my sister to appear. Cradling a cup of hot chocolate I tried to warm my hands from the harsh fall winds. Taking a sip of the cocoa, I could feel the warmth of the liquid go down my throat. Then I saw her. My sister ran onto the field surrounded by her teammates. A huge grin on her face as she sprinted to the outfield, softball cradled in her glove, she looks like she belonged. The next year she was no longer apart of that team, yet I was still found on the bleachers. Once again I looked for my sister, warming myself with my hot chocolate. I found her running onto the field, lacrosse net in hand. Alongside of a new group of teammates; she still looked like she belonged. Another year passes, and I was

Anyways, that day coach decided it was my turn to take the kick. I had a chance to be the hero or the goat, as Charlie Brown says. I wanted to be the hero so I ran up to the ball and kicked it as hard as I could. I would have scored a perfect field goal if i had been playing the right kind of football. Instead the game wound down and ended in a

Almost two years ago, while everyone else was fixated on school, I could not believe what I was in the midst of. My soccer team was venturing to state for the first time in school history, boys or girls! Nothing will ever compare to that exhilarating moment. This experience showed me that hard work does pay off, and the friends that I made will last a lifetime. Having the opportunity to stand on the biggest stage in high school soccer was incomprehensibly elating. I will never forget the gripping time I persevered to the state championship.