Personal Narrative: The Freshman Football Team

Football isn’t just about going on the field and playing 4 quarters against another team every week. It’s not just those Friday nights going to watch your high school team play. Football is a brotherhood, it’s your second family. It’s making memories that you will have with you for the rest of your life. It’s the hours of preparation, sweat, tears, blood, bumps and bruises and going back out everyday just to give it your all. Football isn’t just a game that i’ve played it’s something that has shaped me into the person I am today.

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.

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

Tonight was a game that determined the outcome of the season. Tonight they had to win. Tonight was the night where they had to improve their record. York High is a tough team full of many talented athletes, but lacking the knowledge of the game. Or so we thought. Walking into the locker room, you could feel the intensity of the guys. They knew that their season depended on tonight. It was their last night as freshman football players, it was their last night to make a name for themselves. They tried to play it off as if they weren't nervous, but I could tell otherwise. Dani, the injured guys, and myself had the water filled and ready to be loaded onto the bus in no time. Now it was just a matter of getting all the guys onto the bus. At 3:30 the bus arrived, and that meant game time would soon be approaching.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

I am at the Hillsborough Raiders Varsity Football Championship game, and the date December 6, 2015. My parents are in the stands, but I am not, I am in the football players locker room because I am the starting wide receiver on the Raiders. Everyone on my football team calls me the star of the team, but I don’t know why. I am just Vedant Chintawar, a 14-year-old Indian with brown skin, with a staggering height of 6’2. somewhat strong, glasses and with black hair, who loves football. I am the average C student, barely passing my classes. I love the New York Jets, work at Modell’s to get free items for football, and I am the best Freshman in the United States. Other people would also describe me as nice, and friendly to everyone.

I was getting of the bus at Pike High School to start my high school soccer career. I remember being extremely excited and happy to finally get the season started. The team stepped off the bus and formed two lines to walk to the fields to warm up. I began my warm up feeling fresh. I got plenty of sleep the night before and I was not too nervous.

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

In my life I feel like I've been very successful, whether I was playing sports or working hard for school. When I regress to my glory days during middle school, I feel very euphoric, almost as if I was boasting to a group of my friends. I look back and see myself as if I was practically infallible. I remember how my attendance was merely perfect up until the first time I had gotten strep throat at the end of my 7th grade year.Or how my pop warner football team went 9-0 for the season, winning the championships of the Big Island.

I remember when I was little thinking how awesome it would be to play football and I looked up to the people older than me like in middle school or high school when I was in elementary thinking that someday I would be in that same situation.

The clock winds down as time begins to run out for the Bulldogs. My skin was crawling, but not due to the cold breezes that flowed past, but because of the perturbed feelings that empowered my body. What were the possible thoughts running, no--racing through the minds of the players? My heart dashes in anticipation and pain for the team as the score reads 63-58. The Dog’s paint below their eyes stream down their face and smear, making it hard to figure out who wears the eye black and who just has a black eye from the rigorous fight. 1:27 reads on the clock. In my seat, I listen to the loud sounds of the Titans as they clash and collide for omnipotence. This game would be the end all be all for the world of college football for the season.

I have been playing tackle football since I was in 5th grade. I love the sport football, let me be honest you have to be tough to play football. Football is a contact sport if you take the contact out no one will play football. That is why “Concussion Legacy Foundation to support a new parent education initiative, flag football under 14.” I would have to disagree because football is a serious sport you don’t need an injury right when you go into highschool. You should know how to play the sport before highschool people are touch in high school.

Stephen is a senior transferred to WCSU from Miami University in Ohio, it is better known for the home of the famous NFL quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. That one fact made it a little easier to bond and converse with Stephen as I am a huge football fan and he happens to coach football. It wasn’t Stephen’s idea to transfer but his parents, they decided it was too expensive for him to go to school so far from home. He therefore transfer here and now lives in his parents basement in Ridgefield CT, and he commutes to school. Stephen is majoring in media studies and he hopes to do something in the field of being a promoter or a publicist. Stephen coaches high school football mainly to freshman's and he also is part of a baseball league. Stephen also loves to sing even though he claims he isn’t so good at it.

I remember it like it was yesterday; looking out at the defense and trying to decide on which play to call. I was in the single biggest game of my high school football career so far. It was my first time playing the Evangel Eagles, our biggest rival and the back to back state champions. It was my freshman year, and I was the starting quarterback. So there I was, my fourth high school football game as a starter and playing against some of the biggest guys I had ever laid eyes on, who, coincidently, all wanted to tear me limb from limb. I gazed out at eleven hostile pairs of eyes across from me and racked my brain for what play could possibly work to get us into the endzone. There was just under two minutes left in the game and we were up by

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.