Personal Narrative: My First Time Playing Football

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

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.

45 minutes was all I could think of while standing on the field waiting for the whistle to be blown. Only 45 minutes to score another point so I had to step it up and play my best in those last minutes of the game. In those 45 minutes of the second half of the game it showed the good and the bad of what is to happen to our team at the last half of the games. All you can hear from the stands is the crowd cheering us on because they knew our victory was about to come but little did we all know the team would change in that last half.

Football is a game of passion, a time when nothing else matters and the only thing that matters is going out there having fun and fighting for the guy next to you. Football has always been something that I loved and had a wild passion for. I’ve made friendships and memories to last a life time and I can always be grateful that football did that for me. Now of course I’ve had some bad memories during football as well, I remember walking out of the film room on the last day of spring ball and having Coach Antle grab me and say “Gage, I think I want to try you at a new position, I want to put you at defensive end. We need you more there and we think you can really excel there.” I remember being so furious, I had played linebacker ever since I could remember and now the last day of spring ball my senior year everything was about to change.

When I was younger, I was always interested in sports. I was usually at the top of my class in sports. I always dreamed that I would be the best at what I do. Even though things seemed hard, I would try my hardest even if things looked bleak. Football was my game and I played to the best of my ability.

The parched summer of my sophomore year really isn't something I want to experience again. During this summer my schedule was strictly football and when you mix football practices, weightlifting and two-a-days along with scorching hot days, it really takes a toll on your body. Everyday during practices I felt as if oceans of sweat were pouring out of me as we ran in full pads up the hill which felt as if we were running directly vertical toward the sun. It wasn't just the running that took a toll on my teammates and I, it also had to do with the countless number of drills and scrimmages which equally took the lives right out of us. The only time of practices my teammates and I looked forward to was the end. There was always kids rushing across the field with the remaining energy they had left and heading right for the semi air conditioned school where it could provide us some sort of cool air. The only way we could describe ourselves when we would sprint across the field is like a kid just entering a candy store and rushing over to grab his or hers favorite candy. Once the very crammed summer jam packed full of practices, weightlifting and two-a-days were over I knew that I had become better as a football player and knew all the hard work I put in during the running, drills and practices were paying off.

It was a hot July night in Lincoln NE, where i was staying the at my aunts and uncles. My dad gather my family and had us sit on his and my mom’s laps to tell us that my step grand father has pass away. I didn’t want to be true but then why would my dad tell us this then I cried. My stomach drop,heart stop,and my mind stop.

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

Everyone’s attitude went from serious to I want to SCORE within seconds. Players started being selfish and dribbling the ball up the field, when players do that we lose our formation and that leaves open space for the other team. I was covering for somebody in the central mid which was not my position at the time. So when coach saw me slacking he didn’t realize I was covering for someone, about 2 minutes later I got subbed out and I asked the coach what for? He said “It looked like you were letting your ankle affect you”, I mean it was painful but I just had to embrace the pain and move on. I sat on the bench and then coach told me I was done for the game; I looked at him confused because I could still play. He just said “We need you for Tuesday’s game”, I told him that “I can still play, I can rest in an hour”. I really didn’t have a choice, so I took my cleats and shin guards off in disappointment. I’m not going to lie though it did feel good to give my ankle a rest, so I had to sit and watch for about 30 minutes. After the game we had to watch junior varsity. I really didn’t pay attention to the game, but I know we won 2-0. After everyone got their food and got on the bus we started to tire down, and once everyone ate, we laughed and joked until we drove back to Newton.

Second football game of my senior year season, I was super hyped to go out there and show people that I can give more effort than I did in our first game against Zimmerman even though we won. Later on in the game, 2nd quarter I made a big tackle on the defensive side against Saint Louis Park then all of a sudden a 350 pound offensive line on the Saint Louis Park team knees me in the back while both teams were in a dog pile. When I got up to get back into the huddle my back felt very stiff and I could barely walk back to the sidelines to my teammates, honestly it was so bad that the refs had to call a timeout but a little back injury didn’t stop

Football started for me when I was three years old. My best friend’s dad was the defensive coordinator for our local high-school team. Football players were always at his house and we were always watching

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.

I have been playing tackle football since I was in 5th grade. I love the sport football, let me be honest you have to be tough to play football. Football is a contact sport if you take the contact out no one will play football. That is why “Concussion Legacy Foundation to support a new parent education initiative, flag football under 14.” I would have to disagree because football is a serious sport you don’t need an injury right when you go into highschool. You should know how to play the sport before highschool people are touch in high school.

My whole body is completely numb as I set my feet in the torn up, muddy battlefield known as the gridiron. I glance up to the scoreboard we’re up by 3 with 30 seconds to go. My chest is pounding through my shoulder pads and a tingling sensation runs through my arms. “It’s fourth and goal, if they hold them here they’ll win the game!” comes over the loud speaker as I hear hundreds of screaming fans cheer. I can barely see from the sweat dripping down my eyes as I look over to the sideline to get the play call. Coach calls 43 Mike Will Cover 2. This is it. This is what I have worked for. My hands are shaking with anticipation as the quarterback starts his cadence. “Down!” I scan the lineman. “Set!” I know this play it is coming right for me.

It all began on one tournament day. My team was riding the bus to Grafton, Wisconsin. We had to get up at 6:30 to get on the bus. We had a team breakfast on the bus before the game. All of us were talking and were so excited to play in our tournament. Our coaches were talking with us to connect and to bring up our spirits for the game. We all were super pumped. All of a sudden the bus came to a hault. We were here.