Personal Narrative: The Football Game

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

In my opinion it is the best sport that I have ever came in contact with. Between Baseball, Basketball, Tennis and Track I believe that Football is the greatest sport ever created. It is my favorite thing in popular culture right now. The game of Football also allowed me to build character and grow as a person, and it taught me how to preserver through adversity. This game has enhanced my perception about commitment and sacrifice. This sport is the reason that I am able to attend the Howard University. This game is also a good stress reliever; I mean who wouldn’t want to hit someone legally without getting in trouble.

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

Focus on giving a perfect effort on every single snap. Focus on your job! When you’re tired and feel like you can’t give a perfect effort, look at that guy next to you, think about how tired he is. Tell him to keep going and he’ll tell you the same and you can play for that guy next to you who’s just as tired as you. Think about what’s driving you, think about that dream of winning a district championship and playing in the dome. Think about how for some of you this is your last season. How do you want to remember it? Do you want to look back on it and say ‘man, i wish i would’ve given my best effort on that play’, or do you want to look back and be proud of yourself and the effort you put forward every single

My stomach tightened. I had never played free safety before. The ball was snapped, and I watched as the tailback widened out to receive the pitch. Never had I felt such an adrenaline rush.

His little legs churned as fast as they could driving him straight at his opponent. I sensed Matthew wasn’t too sure of himself since he had never expressed any confidence playing our football games or in practices; but this time, the young defender responsible for guarding him was smaller, and Matt had the advantage. He staccato stepped and faked running to the right just as we had planned. His opponent accepting the feigned shift, ran in the misdirection. Suddenly, Matt was all alone in the end-zone; and the football, a perfectly thrown pass designed for Matt, was spiraling toward his small opened hands. The ball hit his palms and bounced skyward, but Matt quickly reached up and grabbed the football securing his touchdown. The families in the stands cheered, and Matt returned to the sideline with a smile and a little more confidence. I coach Matt’s third grade 7 on 7 football team, and this is my third year of competitive football league coaching. Coaching is a luxury I afford myself with my limited free time, and it brings me a lot of satisfaction.

Football has been a big part of my life for as long as I could remember. Ever since I was in 2nd grade football has been my passion. Currently, I stand at 6”8, 260 pounds and I play right tackle for the Fayetteville Bulldogs. Football has shaped me up to the young man I am today and helped me get through the most tragic moment in my life.

As the bells rang out Edgar gleefully said , “ Hurry up James we need to get there in time to be picked, or else we’re gonna be stuck with the nerds out in the field watching!”, as he ran out to the field toward the road where we would be playing tackle football.

But I got up after every play, stood right back in the huddle, echoed the next play to our offense, and did the same thing all over again. I began to hate my position and hate playing the sport. But I continued to fight because it represented something bigger than myself. I knew the sacrifices my teammates were making for me, so I did everything in my power to help them out as much as I possibly could every Friday night. But my performance relied on my decisions within 1.5 seconds. Sometimes, those quick decisions did not always benefit me or the team. Late in our season, I threw an interception, and out of anger I went full head of steam to tackle a much bigger outside linebacker, injuring my shoulder, and ending my football career right there on the field. If I could go back, I would've checked for the zone pass coverage like I was coached to, and saw that outside linebacker drop into my receiver’s zone and avoided and interception. But I wouldn't have changed my reaction. Had I not made that tackle, the linebacker would've cruised into the end zone, scoring a touchdown. The instantaneous decisions people make can be

I was an incoming freshman, two weeks prior to my first day of high school, and I was terrified. I knew that I loved the sport of football, however I had heard stories from my brother about how tough Stepinac’s freshman football coach was. Everything that I was told was true. One of the coaches great lessons that he taught me was that a hardworking disciplined team is typically more successful than a team that has all of the talent in the world, but is not disciplined and does not work hard. That summer was the hardest that I had ever worked up to that point to start in a football game. The hard work never paid off, and I left at the end of that season defeated. I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t fast enough, and I wasn’t strong enough. I had only played in two of the games, one, for a snap when

We left Garberville, CA at 5 a.m. We knew it would be a long haul ahead of us. I slept on the floorboard of the back seat of Holly’s truck for the first couple of hours. Holly was a funny outgoing and straight to the point person. Along with us were my Mom and Dad, Dylan(Holly’s husband) and there two kids Ashley and Clayton. Dylan was a tall red head that is always the life of the party. Ashley was a short dirty blonde girl that loves her horses. And Clayton, clayton was just like his dad a big built red hair with blue eyes and super outgoing. Finally were my parents. My Mom and Dad we both very active outgoing people who got along great with Dylan and Holly and their kids so we knew it was going to be a fun week in Winnemucca. We

Well I wake and I know we have a game. I wake up and eat a decent breakfast you don't want to eat to much so your stomach does not hurt when you start running. But the game is at 1:50 and i have a lot of time to get ready. Me and my dad go to the gym before games so I can warm up. But when we get back home it's about time to get ready for the game. After I get ready we got to the game and we are normally pretty early so i have time to warm up there to. But normally I am a starter so i'm on the court for jump ball. In the first quarter we went up by two but i did not play so well. After a couple minutes went through I told coach to take me out i was not playing good. Well know we are in the second quarter and I did not play this quarter now

When they said we won the game my brain was off from losing. So i was bummed all day because i thought we lost the game because of me. This why you shouldn't give up because you could make it into the big leagues someday wouldn't that be nice right. Then my my friend was video chatting me then he said we won the game and i said that i what i wasn't paying attention i thought we lost the game.

I was about to play in front of the whole town and my palms started to sweet and my stomach got all tied up. I went to the bathroom and lend over the sink and looked in the merrier. I told myself to relax I took a deep breath and began to calm down. I mean it’s not like it was my first time playing football I’ve been playing for eight years now.

Entering on the field, you could see the other team, they had blue jerseys on. They all were tall, and they looked intense. We all put down out water bottles to get ready for stretches. Our whole team lines up in 3 different lines and one person just randomly starts to yell out random stretches that we all follow. Next we all grab a ball and start long distance passing. I feel like I am gonna throw up, dizzy, and don’t know what I am doing. But I can’t back down, well at least not now. Most of the time I have the same partner, Lauren Roenfeldt. She keeps me company, don’t get me wrong I love my team but she is the one who makes it the most memorable.