Personal Narrative: My First Football Game

There are many places on this earth where i feel perfectly content. Weather it’s a mental place, or a physical place, i have many. But the one place i would love to write about would be on the football/soccer field. The reason i picked the football/soccer field, is because i am a very athletic person and i love to play sports. I am an outdoors person willing to do anything i can to be out in the environment doing what i love.

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.

We had to get the ball in, and someone had to make a shot. I was so nervous in the timeout huddle. I kept looking up at the red numbers on the scoreboard. Breathe, just breathe. Coach had written out a whole play for us. We were going to get the ball into Jocelyn at half court and she was going to dribble in and find a shot or pass to me or Ellie on the wings. I was hoping Jocelyn wouldn’t pass to me. It was 4th grade and I wasn’t very good. The referee’s blew their whistles once, then twice, commanding us to take the court. Neither team was ready to see who would be on top when the buzzer would finally go off. As both teams were getting ready to take the court, the ref set the ball on the line and began counting to five. We threw the whole

At the end of the period my coach put me on defense. I said “coach I have 2 goals why do I have to play defense!”. But I ended up playing defense. My team scored 2 goals while I was on defense, and it became 7 to 1. Then my teammate Dominic shot one from the red line and it trickled into the net.

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.

Coach called the first few players that were competing against the New Jersey players. He called me up to the mat first. My opponent walked up in front of me. Adrenaline rushed through my body, half shivering from the intensity. The coach had to blow the whistle three times for the game to start. One, two, and three. As soon has he blew that third whistle I was slammed to the ground! He called me back up for the second round. I wasn't giving up now. I could hear strangers I didn't know cheering me on, and my Dad cheering making the biggest fool out of himself. Once again he blew the whistle three times, and I charged my opponent head-faced right on the ground penetrating his neck with my hand! That was my play in this tournament, although I tied my opponent. There were around 10-15 players left to compete for the state tournament to end.

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.

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

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

It was my junior year and football season was over. We had won the state championship. It was time to relax and enjoy basketball season. Basketball season was always a fun time. I was a grade younger than most of my friends who were on the team. I was always the kid that was brought up to sit on the bench or be the sixth man. I never really got too much playing time, however, sometimes if there was a big man on the other team, or some sort of foul trouble for one of the seniors, I would get in. I had been playing with these same kids since the 6th grade. My role on the team had been the same all the way up to this point. That was ok with me. What I really enjoyed though were all the trips and tournaments and just hanging

It was a bright and June, summer morning in Dierks, Arkansas, Blake and Kyle and I were going to the football field to work on some football so we could get better at it. We all thought this was going to be a beautiful and happy day, but we did not think it was going to be a nightmare.

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.

A blaring whistle came from Coach Holstein, the only gym coach at Norbury high, signifying that class had started. No one ever took him seriously with his short shorts and sweatband that held back his long flow, but he sure was loud. “Listen up boys”, Coach shouted and it echoed throughout the gymnasium. “We are going to have a good ole match of dodgeball today”. This received groans from almost the entire class, except the three football players in the back. No wonder, they just use this as an excuse to pelt the scrawny kids like me. “Quit your whining and act like real men. Let’s go your wasting time.” Coach yelled.

My coach and Kinleys mom run out to the field were Kinley and I were. One mom ran over with a towel to hold the blood. Minutes later an ambulance came and raced Kinley to the hospital. We had to continue playing because we were in the middle of the game. The ref calls halftime and we all run to the bench.