It all started in 7th grade, our football team was at the time undefeated and we were in our second to last game. We were up by quite a bit and our team was feeling sanguine, our coach didn’t put too much thought into it, and called a run up the middle with our star running back Michael Lundy. He Got the ball and ran for Three short yards then suddenly tripped over a pile of angry, impassioned, irritable teenage boys. Michael had landed wrong and you could see by his expressions he was hurt, his dad came on the field and helped carry him off. We were forced to continue the game without Michael, which wasn’t all that bad because there were only three minutes left in the game. We the Philomath 7th grade braves had won our second to last game …show more content…
It was a casual Friday morning, a little bleaker and laid back and no one was in a rush to get to where they needed to go. I was moving along at my casual pace and the only difference i had felt that i hadn’t encountered throughout the previous mornings of my football games, were the butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous, and I don’t usually get nervous the morning of my football games. But I was, and I couldn’t get this desperate feeling in my stomach to go away. I had tried everything but my body knew, with Michael out a lot more responsibilities would be pointed towards me offensively and defensively. I was worried that I would make a mistake and cost our team an undefeated, hard-fought season we had spent hours getting better in.
Well it was about that time and our entire team was dismissed early for our game, and as we flooded the hallways of our small middle school to go get our things all I could do was think about the game ahead. At first, I was just ready to play, the butterflies were still there but I had to go along with that fire my team was providing the whole way to Woodburn. Woodburn was not an amazing team and we had beat them by almost 40 the first time we played them earlier in the year. So we knew we could beat them with our entire team, but when you take out our best player does the outcome
It was opening night for our football team, a chilly night in September against one of our rivals, the Nickerson Panthers. The stands were packed like a can of sardines. Our team had been ruling the scoreboard all night, but now the panthers were in the red zone threatening to score. Three years ago we wouldn’t have had a chance against this team, but now we had the upper hand. Through the weightlifting program and improvement of team building, success is inevitable. Our football team is a great example of how hard work and great leadership not only pull a group of kids, but also a whole community together.
We gave it our all at the practices leading up to Tuesday’s game. The practice before the game was an especially hard one, I remember that my two friends, Lucas and Mathew made a bet about who would win. Lucas didn't believe that the team had what it takes to win, while Mathew had confidence in our team. The night before the game, I laid in bed not being able to sleep, I was too nervous about tomorrow’s game. “What if we lose?”, “What if we win?”, “What if…”, these were all thoughts going through my mind. I woke up the next day, exhausted and sore from yesterday, but confident. That day, time moved slowly. Each class felt like
With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.
It felt as I was walking for the first time again. I felt so unsteady. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know how high my standards were going to be. My first game to start was arguably my worst football game ever played. Over and over, I snapped the ball, threw it to my intended target, and I saw the other team come down with it. Every throw I began trembling. I had anxiety, questioning my future career. This was expected, I had no proper coaching, no fundamental technique, and my genuine mechanics were nonexistent. After those few unforgettable games, I had learned from my mistakes and started my development as a
Well for me, football is my top favorite sport. When I was in school, I had a problem with authority, and teachers would often make me mad. I tried hard to control my aggression, frustration, and anger. I jumped into drugs and cigarettes to fights and gangs. Because nothing I tried worked, I went to football tryouts. I felt happy and excited for the first time in a long time; I eventually got on the field and ran and ran.
We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several
Playoffs were getting closer so every win counted. Coach Gavron was stressing the importance of every little detail. This far into the season our bus rides were silent. Everyone was focused on our goal. We were on our way to Bedford. We had beaten them at home with ease. It was after a long day at school , but everyone knew we could beat them again no problem. We got to the field sluggishly and warmed up a little slower than usual because there was no music to warm up to which usually gets the guys going and gets everyone ready to play. Coach could sense our lack of energy and tried to get us all amped up. The game started, better than expected for most of us who thought we would be a little flat footed. We scored first, we had the lead and all we had to do was play some stellar lockdown defense and we had it in the bag. Half Time approached and everyone knew that we weren’t working to our full potential, which was crushing this team. The second half started off slower than the first. The boys were tired sluggish and were giving no hustle . This was a bad sign. We got our
One shivery shadowy December night at my football game, my friend and I got into a ferocious fight that I still remember to this day. It was on the football field where my friend Andrew traded words that I would never forget. A ghastly fight that I never thought would happen to me and my friend Andrew.
My story begins in a town, a small town, a town where nothing really happens. I live in this town on 1015E 400S todo Road and I go to school in this town. This town is called Knox. In Knox we take pride in our sports like softball, baseball, volleyball but the most important one is football. Football is the sport everyone in town comes to watch, football is what everyone waits for and everyone gets sad when it is over. Me and my friend Jaden Shepard were at one of these particular football games and we were talking about the town.
On a not so typical friday night, after a long day of school, my team and I knew that the day was not over. We had a fight in front of us and we knew what needed to be done. Coughlin high school was going into the ballgame as underdogs. Having everyone look at us as “the team that never wins playoffs” really makes you push harder for that title. It was very typical for my team to get the “short end of the stick” when it came to playoff rankings. The only thought that crossed my mind was to win so my team can move on to distracts. In the locker room before the game, everyone was getting ready and our coach told us something that i would never forget. He said “play this game for the next 48 minutes as if it was the last 48 minutes of your life.” After hearing this, we knew that we had work to do and that we had to accomplish the goals that we came in wanting so badly.
Hey, I’m Jeremy just some average high school gay guy who loved basically everything really except for sports, which bored the shit out of me. Anyway I am a pretty popular person, but my main group of friends consisted of six people. This included a guy named Chase Prower, he was like a linebacker for the football team, he was a total jerk to most people that tried to talk to him. Of course once you got to know him he wasn’t that bad, he had blue eyes, blonde hair, yea I know stereotypical. He was also like 5’9” and was pretty hot, but his personality overall was shit well at least how he treated women. Our group also insisted of these two twins names Sarah and Sara, they were complete opposites of each other, but other than their options of
Under the spotlight, drenched in sweat with a deafening crowd raging in my ears. I was down by two points with thirty seconds left until I was faced with failure, I had to act fast. “SHOOT”, those were the only words I could translate from the crowd, so I took the shot, pummeled my opponent, striking like a python on its prey. I had scored, but it was only enough to tie. The buzzer sounded off, I knew that I had only won one battle and the war was not yet over. We were now in overtime both on the verge of exhaustion. Deep down inside I knew that if I didn't win, disappointment would come upon by my teammates, and coaches heavily depending on me to bring them victory. The whistle blew, signaling the start of the next gruesome battle. My plan
“Yes mom!” exclaimed John. It was the first day of school at George Carter High School. John had gotten in a bad routine of staying up late and not waking up until noon over the summer break.
As soon as my feet land within the the field of play I was in the thick of the action. I was running so extensively that I had to remind myself to breath. Running to defend then transitioning to offense my legs began to burn, undoubtedly from them not being active the last three games, but the moment I touch the ball the pain went away instantly and instinct kicked in. Passing was the name of the game from one to the other, but knowing time was running at we tried to force it. This didn’t work because the ball kept exchanging from team to team within seconds. Finally our coach got fed up and screamed, “All out attack!” So we all went up to the opposing team's side, Souhegan our biggest rival, in efforts to get the goal. The clock read a two minutes, so as a team we decided to take a step back gather our heads, and do what we excel at passing. As we did this the you good see a play starting to develop like a cook would see his recipe becoming a dish. We were all playing off each other in perfect unison doing the simple thing right every time, and we knew something was bound to happen in our favor.
It was the most anticipated game of the year; the game against our arch rivals. It was the Christian Cougars against the Wilco Falcons. Throughout the first half of the game, we kept it close. They scored one, we came right back and scored another. We fought hard to go into halftime trailing just 22-14. Coming out of halftime, however, the end came fast. We were shut down and blown out by 42 points in the second half of the game. In short, it quickly became a massacre; there was no hope for any sort of comeback. As the seconds to the end of the game counted down, the tears flooded my eyes and I stood numb on the sidelines. Finally, the clock hit zero, and the game was over. The Falcons won the battle with the staggering score of 64-14. The game left me with emotions that could never be replicated. Hurt by not only the loss but by the sharp words the opposing team delivered to me, the pain was unwavering. It was unquenchable. But through my tears that night, one