Personal Narrative: The Game That Changed My Life

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

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

For a lot of kids, it’s not until it’s all said and done, and they look back on it several years later, that they realize the difference the sport made in their lives. They are proud of playing the game. Have you ever met anybody who accomplished playing four years of high school football, and at the end of that run said, ‘Man, I wish I wouldn’t have played’? It doesn’t get said. Football players aren’t perfect. Nobody is. But millions of former players, one by one, can recount the life-altering principles they learned from football. They know the value of football is the values in football.That’s why high school football – and particularly high school coaches – play such a vital role in our society. Our football coaches are on the front lines of the battle for the hearts and minds of the boys in our society.

It was that time of the year again, football season. Football is a sport in which I am very passionate about, I never knew I could or would be so passionate towards something, until one very specific game. It was a Saturday afternoon, the breeze was just right, the temperature was just right; not to cold and not too hot. Being the first game of the season I didn’t know if I was going to play or not. However, I was proven wrong Coach Smith hollered “Shawn!” I stood up startled at first and right then and there I knew that was my moment to shine and shine is what I did.

Nothing means more to me than spending quality time on Sundays with my family, sitting on the couch and watching football. Even as a young kid, before I knew the names of the teams my Dad would say, “We’re rooting for the blue team!” I had no idea what was going on but I was so interested by the game that I would cheer and yell whenever my Dad would. This natural attention to this great game gave me the desire to prepare myself to eventually join a team. I learned how to motivate myself to workout, study plays and annoy my Dad enough to throw a ball with me in the backyard. I felt it was my purpose in life to become a professional and play football as

Football has always been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. As the youngest of four boys, I watched all three of my older brothers’ play from the side of the field. I never wanted to miss a single game. I would run right along with them, watching every move and play that they made. I will hold these memories for as long as I live. I always knew that I would be out there someday playing, but until then, I would settle for cheering them on. When the day finally came that it was my turn to get out there on that huge, open field and run my plays, I had a feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt a rush from my head to my toes, and all of a sudden, I was focused on nothing but playing the game. I was there for one thing and one thing only, to play my hardest for my team and make my brothers proud. To this day, when my feet hit the field, I still have that same awesome feeling. I finally understood why they would get excited, yelling and jumping around and now I could join in on those fun times with them. They have taught me so much about the game. If it weren’t for them, I definitely wouldn’t be the player that I am today. I could never tell them how much I

Before every game, I listen to music. Whether tossing around the pigskin, shooting the rock around, or connecting with the console, I always listen to music. When it was time to leave for the game I jumped in the car and put in my headphones. It was so loud that even my father who was driving could probably hear the exact song that was blaring into my ears. My music was on all the way up to the first whistle, not even taking out my earbuds to squeeze into my tight shoulder pads. This is just part of my pregame ritual. I listen to music in some way before any game. Most people use music as entertainment or as a pastime, but I use it differently. I use music as a routine. If I listen to music before every game, the game itself will almost become second nature.

Looking back as a senior, I’ve come to realize that football is more than just a sport. It’s a test of commitment, but most importantly, it develops character. How many laps of running does it take for me to fold? How many hits am I able to endure before I quit? Football demands courage, to push one beyond their physical and mental capabilities. It has taught me to put others first instead of myself, and despite obstacles in my way, the act of overcoming fear was, and still is, a priority. Along the way, I’ve been given the honor to meet the most passionate individuals while playing the game. These were the same people who lived through the grind and pain since our first practice as a freshman until our final battle as a senior. Whether it

Everyday, in one place or another in the world, people have crazy experiences. Those experiences contain different emotions for different people. One person may express the feeling of sadness, while another may view the same experience with joy, e.g. school. Glancing back at this specific memory in my sophomore year, one word appears to mind that would summarize the senses I felt that day, “exciting”. Who would have thought that an act so bad, would feel so exhilarating? Despite the fact that I was a thief for that singular day, I perceived myself as a modern Robin Hood.

The lunch bell rings and I am on my phone checking the latest updates to the game. Instead of meeting with a teacher or getting started on homework during the free period, I spend it researching the tweaks in a few lines of code that will change my life for the next two weeks. The lines of code are insignificant, like the game itself, but I am absorbed in the game and the game owns me. In lieu of participating in activities after school, I rush home to continue progress in a virtual world. A world that can be turned of with the flick of a switch. Life becomes secondary to the game. My eyes burn into the night as I force myself to hurriedly finish the Tale of Two Cities reading before bed, at one o’clock in the morning.

One cold winter afternoon, an 11 year old boy named Ben had a basketball game against the Brooklyn Nets. Ben wasn’t good at foul shots, and he knew that so he wanted to get better at them. Later that day, Ben went outside into his driveway to practice shooting foul shots. Brooke and Hunter also came to help Ben shoot. Ben made four out of the ten shots.

I was just going to work like every day. I was listening to the radio and they were having a thing were you call in and whoever was the fifth caller won two tickets to a NFL football game. So I call knowing I probably won't win but then I WON. I was so excited i called off work for friday saturday and sunday for it and i am bringing my cousin jaden and he said yes he would come and he can't wait to come with me. So we're both getting ready for tomorrow morning when were getting on the plane to go to california to see the panthers vs the lions i'm cheering for the panthers and cousin is cheering for the lions and we are betting 100$ on the team we want to win

My relationship with football will soon come to an end, as it will for so many others this year. From the beginning of summer until now is when everything has started to settle in that this is my last year. This year is everything that me and my teammates have worked for my whole high school football career. Everybody has worked to make their mark on the school and the game. Through all of the summer and beginning of the school year we have worked hard to make this season one for the books.

Football is a sport where you find who you are on the inside; it is more than just a sport it is a battle of trust and self-defiance with others and yourself. You push yourself to your very wits, while finding the strength to lift your teammates, knowing that you are only as strong as your weakest link. You struggle to build a trusting relationship with your teammates, yet this relationship grows and before you know it they become your brothers, and a family forms. Through the struggles I realize we may fall, but we still rise to face another week, because you are built a fighter and you are fighting for something bigger than yourself. I start to realize that football and life go hand in hand; and the hardships we face in football come in

Meand my mom went to Ross to buy new clothes for me. I said "Can I look at the toys they have." She said yes. When I went I found a board game. The board game was ten in one, and I thought WOAH! THAT IS AMAZING! So I quickly ran to my mom and said,"Mom can you buy this for me I will pay you back once we get home. The board game wasn’t immense, but it looked cool.