Personal Narrative: The All State Quarterback

They both cried and he said it will be okay. “Win the championship this year for me buddy,” said his dad, “I will, I promise,” said James. After two months, football season started and they were facing the Florida Pirates. It was close, but the Rams managed to pull it off with a winning field goal. The rest of season was tough, the toughest season yet for James. In the last game they faced the Hawks again. If they win, they will be in the playoffs and face Alabama. This was James’ best game yet. He scored three touchdowns and ran for over two hundred yards. The Rams got their revenge and defeated the Hawks 35-21. They are going to the

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.

Sunday, November 3, 2013 is a day that I remember so vividly. It was the day of my first ever Patriots game. I grew up surrounded by Patriots fans, my mom, my

It was just another school night in the seventh grade. Our recreational tackle football team had a practice at 730pm until 9. It was a very swampy night and from that I felt myself very sluggish. At the time, I was a backup running back. I was always left on the sidelines facing the chills of the cold wind during games. I typically didn’t get to see much playing time on the field, but that night I got my opportunity. I was receiving kicks during a punting audition and all I was doing was catching the ball and throwing it back, nothing unique. One throw after another, my coach began to praise my arm strength. Seeing me pass the ball was a true eye-opener. That night, I went from a backup running back, to the starting quarterback of my rec

Joe Mixon was born into a large, un-wealthy family that didn’t have many possessions and barely scraped by. The Mixons lived in the west side of Philadelphia in a bad neighborhood filled with crime. Mr. Mixon was a steel worker at a near by plant and Mrs. Mixon stayed home and took care of the seven children they have. Joe was the youngest of the children but you could never tell. He always seemed to take the role of the leader. Joe’s mom had predicted when he was young that he would grow up to be very successful and he would pull the family out of the bottom. Joe made straight A’s in school and was successful in athletics. He was voted the team captain in everything he was involved in. Joe had his pick of some of the most prestigious colleges

I peeked through my facemask and I could see the quarterback lining up to take the snap. I glanced back at my coach who swung his arm across his body indicating the “slash”. My body shook with excitement as I inched up to the line. At the sound of a distant “hike” I exploded from my stance off the tackle into the endzone. I found myself one on one with the quarterback in the backfield, an outcome I had prepared for hundreds of times. I dove at his legs colliding with his shins. After a push and pull struggle he went down and I stood victorious in the middle of the endzone, my teammates immediately raised their hands above their heads signaling a safety. The excitement in the stadium grew and the student section erupted chanting “STORMIN MORMON...STORMIN MORMON”

As I was sitting in the blistering hot sun in the middle of a Monday (that i requested off of work, without pay mind you) in the stands at the Dallas Cowboys training camp to watch a scrimmage between my most beloved boys in blue and that "other " team. I looked around and saw the hundreds of other people there as well,with my exact plan in mind. To sit back and scope out the Dallas Cowboys of the 2015 season. Some of them out there proving they have earned their star. It was at that moment I realized, even though we all have the same vision for our boys we all choose to get through our season differently. Some are optimists and some are realists. Some are pessimists and some are living

People learn about his past and begin to bring up his mother’s death. He begins to work even harder at football, every day he improves, the teasing begins to slow. After weeks of proving to the coaches that he can play, he earns a starting spot. He begins to make friends on the team, Some people start getting on his side.

Kevin is having a conversation with his brother Tyler about college football while driving home from school. Both are in their Senior year playing for the USF Knights football team. But their friend Josh is really struggling.

Have you ever had a time when you realize that you just uncovered a super cool talent? Like when you learn to do a triple backflip, or throw darts correctly? Well that's how I felt when I learned to throw a football. When I learned to throw a football it was the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's the same as when you think something bad is for dinner and then you see what's on your dinner plate, and you smile from ear to ear because you're dinner plans changed and you're now having a roaster chicken.

One last out, runners only 60 feet away from crushing dreams. A place that is usually filled cheering fans, coaches calling plays, and girls calling the ball is now completely silent. Everyone wondering who was going to own the title and the chance to move on to the state games. As the pitcher got ready to pitch the ball you could hear everyone’s heart start to beat like a drum. As she pushed off the mound and threw the ball they all held their breaths in hopes of the win. The batter hit the ball and they made the final out to take their team onto the state games for the first time in school history. Everyone on the team was so excited to have the chance to represent their school. Nothing in the world could bring them down from this perfect

Let's go!’’ my dad shouted pumping me up. I could feel my heart beating ‘’bump bump’’. Notre Dame. Touchdown by Desean Kizer the senior quarterback. The band was playing music so loud the hilarious mascot was falling down like a clown at a fair. I jumped up on the bench and started celebrating. Now only down by a touchdown with 10 seconds left. No timeouts left we needed a pick 6. But the ball bounced out of the Notre Dame player’s hands and Notre Dame lost 35 to 28. That was it, Notre Dame lost.

I found a group of passionate, like-minded individuals and founded an Esports club. All of us had a strong sense of competitive spirit and a thirst to prove ourselves. We had no precedent, no knowledge or mentor. We derived a structure, incorporating roles and responsibilities similar to traditional sports.

“Joe wake up time for school”, Joe's father's voice resonated with a upset look on his face.” u got fifteen minutes hurry up” Joe rushed to his feet and stumbled in the dark trying to get his clothes, on as if he were blind and drunk. He dashed downstairs to see his father making breakfast. They sit down at the table and begin to talk while they eat “ so what do you got going on at school today?“ nothing much” how said with confidence. “Just same old same old” joe chowed down on his breakfast and strolled to the bus stop, he got to school early to meet his friend Jackie. “ hey joe” Jackie greeted him and Joe repeated. they went to the library to sit and use the computers and talk. “ so did you finish the homework?” Jackie inquired “ nope” said Joe with a chuckle “ you know if you don't start doing your homework you're gonna get suspended from football?” Jackie said as if her was his mother. “ relax” Joe eased “ I'll handle it when it gets that far” Jackie have him a scowl and aggressively pushed her chair in “ I'm going to class am I picking you up from practice later?” “ yeah well go out for food after” Joe smiled and Jackie spun around and left to class Joe drudge out of the library to start class after school he went to the locker room to get ready for practice. He stopped to talk to one of his teammates, “ Joe met up with his friend on the team “ what up Joe, you finally ask Jackie out yet?” one said laughing “cut it out dude” Joe said with a demeanor , “ no not

It all began with a simple phone call one Monday night after dinner. Lorenzo, my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Alex, and he sounds anxious.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was curious, I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure adventure with Alex. Thirty minutes later, however, Alex’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Alex was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all enthusiasm as if I had a long-boring day of school ahead of me. As I got in the car Alex says, “it’s about Corey, he got a call saying his father was in a car accident.”