Personal Narrative : My Personal Goals In My Life

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

“Huddle up boys! Are you guys ready today! RRRRRRRR! This is the swamp baby! We don’t lose

Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game

The anticipation as I stand in the concrete tunnel under the bleachers is my life’s biggest moment of uncertainty. Will the crowd stand on their feet in a standing ovation, or will the crowd deem me as mediocre? As I look to my left and right, my teammates’ faces assure me that their nervous excitement is identical to mine. When I hear the announcer on the loudspeaker and hear the students’ shouts, I know it is time to walk on the sharp green blades on the field under the shining Friday night lights.

Today is the first football game in my high school career. I am beyond excited so the school day goes by very fast. I then go into the locker room where I meet many of my teammates who are very excited. They all are saying, “ What day is it?! Gameday!” Today we play the De La Salle Spartans who are a respected program in the football community. It is now time for warm ups and me being the punter of my team I go out early for warm ups. I then warm up my leg and after I do that, the team comes out and I join them for warm ups. Finally, it is game time, the moment I have been waiting for all summer. Our team wins the toss so as the starting tight end for my team I go out with the offense for our first drive. We end up going three and out so I have to

Entering the venue of the game the crowd was already electric. As I look up I see our massive student section chanting fight songs and other cheers. Parents and staff members were smiling ear to ear chanting along with the student section trying to help get us ready to take on our opponent. As warm ups started the atmosphere became more and more intense as the countdown went on. Looking over at my teammates close to me we all look focused on getting the job done. Not one of us were

I woke up to my mom entering my room screaming, “ ITS GAME DAY!” Instead of waking up to my usual routine, sluggish and begging for more sleep, today was completely different. It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday in December. I still was in shock my school finally made it to the championship game. It felt like a dream as if my mother never woke me up by her yelling. I knew this was a huge game and something I would remember forever. Considering the high circumstances of this game I knew I had to be one hundred percent ready to play my best. My head coach, Coach Sphire wanted all of us players to report to the film room by noon that day. As time past by my team I had discussed many offensive and defensive plays, watched film, and prepared ourselves

Tonight is the night we show them why we are here, and we are going to prove that we deserve to be here. Today was 18th of November a special day for us football players. We were scared, excited, nervous, and thrill of this day. It was a cold and we day every team member had their jersey on representing himself high

Time to make the trek to another soccer game that is three hours away. Heading down the highway, I dose off and enter the world that is ever changing. I awaken to the sounds of screeching brakes and a current of wind that passes across my face. We have arrived at the field. Fast-forward, it's getting closer to game time and little do I know I'm about to play every position in the next ninety minutes.

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

Above the chatter, whistles, drums/instruments, and thud of pads, the PA system carries the announcers voice for all to hear. Young men decked out in pads, helmets, jerseys, cleats, and eye black attempt to settle the butterflies going crazy in their stomachs as they warm up. Coaches pace the field yelling anything that will motivate their players. They too are nervous, but they do their best not to let their players detect this. Coaches pace the field yelling anything that will motivate their players. They too are nervous, but they do their best not to let their players detect this. Moments later the crowd, cheerleaders, players, coaches, and referees put their hand over their hearts as the small school’s vocal talent sings the National Anthem. For a moment everything is still. As the words “Home of the brave” echo over speakers, clapping and cheering end the silence. It is Game time, the moment that everyone has waited all week for. Saturday morning the Old men of the town can be found at the local coffee shop discussing last night’s game. They discuss the state of the current team, reminisce previous years, and debate who the town’s greatest teams and athletes have

When looking back at the game’s conditions, it was just an unusually hot, sunny October morning, but during the game, it felt like the heat had taken away all of my energy. This soccer game was an important one for my soccer team as we played one of the toughest teams in our competitive league, although no one on our team knew that before the game. This was because of the first time we played them it was the easiest game we had so far in the league so far because of superior skills and tactics. So, our team walked so confidently around the field that it looked like we had already won the game before it even started. Even though we knew that they had more bigger, athletic players on their team and weather conditions were hotter than the first

You are riding on the bus and you got your earbuds in and you’re trying to get focused but your nerves are to high. You get to the game you get your pads on and you leave to warm up and then your heart really gets going. After you warm up you come back to the locker and coach gives you the game plan and you pray then leave. The ball is set and it's time for kickoff and you all line up in a row and the ref blows the whistle and you hear the thud of the ball and your sprinting down field to hit someone and make the tackle.

“Men, when you get to the end of the football season without a loss, you know winter is approaching. We're going into districts. And, districts can take place in cold and nasty weather. If you can't play in these crappy conditions, you'll loose on Friday and our season will be over.”

Friday night arrives. Slowly, I slide my jersey on over my shoulder pads. The realization fortifies itself. Who am I? Where am I? Any and all possibilities replay themselves over and over like a broken record in my head. Standing as still as a portrait, my hands shake like maracas in a mariachi band. Moms, dads, sisters, cousins, …sit watching. Beads of sweat courageously fall from my forehead to my chin. Anxiety changes me. I take the field. Standing patiently, I stare at my teammate as if we were taking a field of battle. He violently stares and screams at me, “We are who we are.” The crowd roars so loud that you can’t think. Whistles blow, and it begins. I slowly jog forward until the ball is kicked. Contact creates chaos. As I’m