Personal Narrative: My First Football Team

It all started in 7th grade, our football team was at the time undefeated and we were in our second to last game. We were up by quite a bit and our team was feeling sanguine, our coach didn’t put too much thought into it, and called a run up the middle with our star running back Michael Lundy. He Got the ball and ran for Three short yards then suddenly tripped over a pile of angry, impassioned, irritable teenage boys. Michael had landed wrong and you could see by his expressions he was hurt, his dad came on the field and helped carry him off. We were forced to continue the game without Michael, which wasn’t all that bad because there were only three minutes left in the game. We the Philomath 7th grade braves had won our second to last game

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

In my life I feel like I've been very successful, whether I was playing sports or working hard for school. When I regress to my glory days during middle school, I feel very euphoric, almost as if I was boasting to a group of my friends. I look back and see myself as if I was practically infallible. I remember how my attendance was merely perfect up until the first time I had gotten strep throat at the end of my 7th grade year.Or how my pop warner football team went 9-0 for the season, winning the championships of the Big Island.

Stephen is a senior transferred to WCSU from Miami University in Ohio, it is better known for the home of the famous NFL quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. That one fact made it a little easier to bond and converse with Stephen as I am a huge football fan and he happens to coach football. It wasn’t Stephen’s idea to transfer but his parents, they decided it was too expensive for him to go to school so far from home. He therefore transfer here and now lives in his parents basement in Ridgefield CT, and he commutes to school. Stephen is majoring in media studies and he hopes to do something in the field of being a promoter or a publicist. Stephen coaches high school football mainly to freshman's and he also is part of a baseball league. Stephen also loves to sing even though he claims he isn’t so good at it.

I was an incoming freshman, two weeks prior to my first day of high school, and I was terrified. I knew that I loved the sport of football, however I had heard stories from my brother about how tough Stepinac’s freshman football coach was. Everything that I was told was true. One of the coaches great lessons that he taught me was that a hardworking disciplined team is typically more successful than a team that has all of the talent in the world, but is not disciplined and does not work hard. That summer was the hardest that I had ever worked up to that point to start in a football game. The hard work never paid off, and I left at the end of that season defeated. I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t fast enough, and I wasn’t strong enough. I had only played in two of the games, one, for a snap when

In July 2013, my grandma asked me did I want to play another football season. I replied, yes, so she signed me up to play football for the Carson Colts. I was on the Carson Colts, a Junior Peewee division team. It was a challenge. I wanted to stay with my teammates, but that meant losing 30 pounds.

During the second semester of my sophomore I started coaching the U-12 soccer league through the Joliet Park District with my sister’s boyfriend Ryan. Ryan and I co-coached this team and we had the help one of the player’s father so we had an extra hand. I was extremely nervous because there wasn’t a huge age difference between kids and myself. The first day Ryan took the lead in coaching and I tried my best to reinforce what he was trying to explain. As our first season went on I started getting a little too close to some of the players and the impacted how I would talk to just those players alone. To me that was not a big deal because what is the point of coaching if you don’t to know the team you are with right? Well that blew up in my face when it

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.

It was opening night for our football team, a chilly night in September against one of our rivals, the Nickerson Panthers. The stands were packed like a can of sardines. Our team had been ruling the scoreboard all night, but now the panthers were in the red zone threatening to score. Three years ago we wouldn’t have had a chance against this team, but now we had the upper hand. Through the weightlifting program and improvement of team building, success is inevitable. Our football team is a great example of how hard work and great leadership not only pull a group of kids, but also a whole community together.

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.

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.

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.

“Oh I can’t wait for tonight,” I thought. It was Saturday, gameday, LSU was set to play Mississippi State in the first conference football game of the year. I got a call from my good friend Michael and I would go to his house to watch the late night road game. At around 6 that evening I get a call, it was Michael, “How long are you gonna make me wait?”