Personal Narrative: Stratford Vs. FPD Rivalry

The pressure was on. Myself as well as my middle school football team had been practicing for weeks to beat our opponent, Southport Middle School. They had beaten up the year before and it was our turn to pay them back.

It only took us twenty minutes to be up 2-0 against a team, our main rivals Clements, we had not beaten them for twenty years and who were also former state champions. It was the best feeling ever, seeing the confusion in their faces from being down to us. All the work we had put in that year was finally translated into the field, where it truly matters. Toe to toe with a team they said we had no chance against, I beg to differ. All was going well, until early in the second half they had scored a goal. I could sense the timorous feeling beginning to rise within my teammates, but I never doubted them and knew we still had a

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

While I felt as if we would lose, I still wanted to try my hardest to change that outcome. I played my hardest at Shortstop and was able to get two of the three outs by a double play. Sadly that play had come at the expense of a run from their team. The last batter from their team was struck out and we headed back to get ready and bat. The crowd kept supporting us through the bad calls from the umpire and the strikeouts even to this point. The team was motivated and ready to take this game and head to finals with my morale boosted I got ready to cheer my team on

While I felt as if we would lose, I still wanted to try my hardest to change that outcome. I played my hardest at Shortstop and was able to get two of the three outs by a double play. Sadly that play had come at the expense of a run from their team. The last batter from their team was struck out and we headed back to get ready and bat. The crowd kept supporting us through the bad calls from the umpire and the strikeouts even to this point. The team was motivated and ready to take this game and head to finals with my morale boosted I got ready to cheer my team on

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

With my eyes glued to the ball. Just waiting for the center to snap it to the quarterback I made sure my cleats were dug in and ready to go. As the center moved the ball I charged forward shoving the center out of the way and slamming my shoulder into the quarterback and taking him down before he had a chance to blink. After the play, there was time to think to myself about the past week, the events that had transpired, the important decision I had made, and about that one sunny day at practice.

They showed us that in order to win games we could only depend on one another if we could be depended upon ourselves. We were then introduced to the backbone of Sheridan’s success in athletics, and the key to Paul Culver II prior successfulness, the RMA. We were taught with the Right Mental Attitude anything could be achieved. The RMA was expected of us on and off the field in all aspects of life. Going to the Sheridan High School varsity football games was the equivalent to going to the moon for us as biddy league players. Reping our jerseys gave us a sense of pride, like we had a connection with the players on those Friday nights; we shared the

It was a brisk fall evening, and my seventh grade youth football team and I had traveled to Aberdeen to play the undefeated Chiefs. We had worked harder and longer than we ever had that week to show that we were a threat in the league and ascend from our third place ranking. We knew it was not going to be easy; the Chiefs’ team had the fastest running back in our division, and they had scored more total points per game than any other team in the Southeast Idaho Youth Football League. The field was neater and greener than we had expected in this town. It was a great day for football, and I was with all of my best friends. I knew going in that it was going to be a learning experience whether we won or lost that night because the Chiefs were

Both Pitman and Turlock High played hard at the Freshman Harvest Bowl on thursday, November 3. Pitman fought hard, but the THS freshman came out with a 27-0 win. After the second half, Joey Deloach, a THS______ said, “Slaughter, they have no chance.” After the last quarter ended, the Pitman admitted defeat, and respectfully congratulated the THS players. Miguel Rios,____for THS, and Deloach both agreed, “The offence played well, and the defence played really well, teamwork is why we won.”

Pennsauken had only lost once earlier that year to my team, The Braves, while we were undefeated and I could tell that they didn’t want to lose again. After the opening Kickoff, I was in at Defensive Tackle. Every play I felt like it went quiet all I could hear was the beating of my heart, the motivational cheers from my family and the blow of the whistle. The game started with an interception on 3rd down and now the Braves were on offense. Our running back D.J. awarded the Pennsauken defense with a big run for a Touchdown on first down. He came to back to the sideline shuddering from the cold and panting like a dog. The whole team thought that we were gonna be winning the game, for the first half at least.

There was 15 minutes left in the 4th quarter, and the score was tied at 12-12. The buzzer rings indicating the start of the quarter. The ref blows the whistle for the faceoff to start. After a long tussle in the middle of the field we finally get the ball, and have a fast break. We move the ball around around and one of my teammates gets a goal, bringing the score up to 13-12 Notre Dame. The crowd was going crazy for how fast we had scored.

I looked at the time and it was 11:30 am, time for me to start heading to the stadium. The game was

"I don't think there was really pressure," senior linebacker Justin Arndt said. "Oklahoma State was a good team and you can tell, they won. They executed better than us. I have no doubt in my mind that everybody else on this team wanted to win that game, wasn't really caught up in the hype. I thought we prepared well. It's just moving on and preparing for the next game."

37-37, it was anybodys game now, i looked up at the clock and we only had 27 seconds left. "ready set,HUT"