Personal Narrative: My First Year Of Football

I have played soccer since I was four or five years old. It was my life; I quit baseball for it, made my parents spend thousands over the years on camps and different travel teams. I devoted countless hours to the sport, playing on a number of teams from rec, to high school learning so much as I grew as a player but never learned as much as I did the day I got cut from the varsity soccer team. Growing up I was never a star player in competitive leagues. I could hold my own, occasionally get past some players and score, but for the most part I was just average and I was perfectly okay with this.

In the end I was super happy I played. Our first “game”, against the Racine United u19 red we won! Not only they won, but I was in the starting eleven. I started to relax a little more and trust that everything would work out. So far this season we’ve done really good. Not only are we playing against top teams, but Kevin suggested I start asking colleges to come watch my games and talk about possibly playing in the future. I’m only in 8th grade, and I had to start talking to colleges!

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.

Initially, I was always too short and skinny to play anything other than soccer. One time, I decided to make a change by asking my parents to sign me up for recreational football. That was a terrible idea, needless to say. I barely made the younger age group by one pound, weighing in at a whopping seventy-nine pounds in sixth grade. Clobbered by kids almost two years younger than me (and twice my

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

I was just wondering what was going, coach. I've gotten everything done. I didn't come to SAU just for the academics I left the full academic ride I had to come here. I want to play football. I may don't know what my position due to the fact I had no choice to play everywhere because it was a team need. I'm not really sure what Navy, Quincy, or any other school that offered where they wanted me to play and didn't really care because I like to play. I'll be honest I could've transferred, but I stayed. I lost every game there, but don't regret it due to the following: I made a lot of memories, rarely left the field, and to be a role model. I encourage you guys to check out my film to see where I can best help you guys. If you watch my film you

I said “ok don’t take too long” then we finally started the game. it was 7-0 already he said, “wow you're good at football". I said “thank you too,”

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.

There's something about the first week of professional football being back on TV, coinciding with the start of the fall season, that puts a smile on thousands of people's faces. It marks a point where friends, relatives, husbands, and wives can take part in the activity of watching football. One of the best activities associated with watching football during the fall months is to organize a party at your place. This allows for a group of your friends and family to gather around the TV to root on your favorite teams, as well as to help prepare foods for consumption while watching the games. Some of the best foods to prepare or order range from Pizza to Nacho dip and various other finger foods. Overall, a common bond is formed thanks to the joy of being able to hang out with those who

This year is a lot different than last year honestly feels like there is more homework and less time to do things thankfully they changed the grading scale to 10 point scale this year which helped my grades look better this year in football are team had a melt down year we are 4-3-1 and we played talawanda on the 20th after a lightning delay and we were doing pretty bad the first day on the 20th before we got delayed we only had the ball for 2 plays and then we threw an interception to give them the ball on are 45 yard line and they drove it all the way just to throw an interception to us on are 2 yard line and Mitch ran a 98 yard touchdown run.

The most recent challenge that I had to face actually happened last week. Me and a few Standout club members were arriving to football practice a little bit late on Tuesday. When we made it to the practice field our head called a team huddle. All the players gathered around, took a knee, and focused their attention to coach. Coach looks around and says “For all you guys going to Bible study is gonna have to make a choice”. Hold on, let’s stop right there, I am going to give some history on how this tension built up. Two years ago, my friend Matt started at bible study group called stand out. Every Tuesday Matt would have a bible study starting right after school at 3:15. Every Tuesday me and a couple of football players would go. The only

There was two minutes left on the clock. We were up 30 to 27. The other team in bounced the ball. I was guarding number 18. I saw the opportunity to grab the ball from him and try to put this game into the history books. Yes! I grabbed it and ran down court. I was about 20 feet from the basket. Then I felt a hand on the ball. It was number 18. I was so shocked that I dropped the ball. He took it and managed to score. I wasn't to happy.

Today am going to be talking about when I first started playing football I was like 5 years old I was walking in the park when I seen these group of dude playing. I asked what they playing and I asked could I play they told me yes they had me at safety u have to be the deepest man of them nothing suppose to get pass u I catch like 2 picks. one day a man came out and watch me play at the park came to talk to me wanted me to join is 4,5,6, year old at park ball . first day at Patrice I was nervous we did a drill call head up u have to run over the man that is in front of you and a line men came in front of me and tackle me laid on my leg was I did not want to play no more . wen I was 7 I tried out again an was not scared no more my very first

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.