Personal Narrative: The Super Bowl

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.

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.

September 20, 2011 was the day that everything changed. Practice that day was long and excruciatingly hot. My coach did not let me take a rest as I was the only full back we had at the time. Hit after hit, it started to add up and my world was spinning but coach told me to keep going, so I did. The very next snap my world got wrecked. My form became lazy because I was beyond exhausted and dehydrated, my head lead my attempt to break the tackle and the kid making the tackle lead with his head as well. Just like that my body went numb, everything was dark, my eyes were open but I could not see. I had no sense of where I was and where I was going. My name left me. At this point I did not know if I was dead or alive. This was the last time I was ever able to strap up and play the game of football. This is what happens to the millions of kids who play football on a daily basis. Somebody was there telling them to go back in even when they were showing early signs of a concussion. The athlete takes one more hit straight to the head out of poor form or exhaustion and then everything goes from bad to worse. These events take place at such a young age that the long term side effects can be fatal.

Cold harsh winds in the air on the day of that 11th day in April 2002 in Roslyn, New York. Besides the awful weather, I was born that day. My life contains of my wonderful family with all my brothers, parents, and even my dogs. I also like to do my hobbies which consist of golf, fishing, and the racetrack. The 3rd thing that is very close to me is my New York football Giants. My exceptional family, my hobbies, and the New York Giants all explain my life.

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

The Carolina Panthers are coming into the 2015 season with great momentum with back-to-back division championships under their belt. This off-season has been very successful in keeping the core together in signing quarterback Cam Newton and linebacker Thomas Davis to contract extensions. The best part of the off-season to me was the front office being proactive in addressing our weaknesses and providing Cam Newton with more weapons to play with.

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

It was the best experience ever! I remember getting into the car with my friend and his mom. We had the most intense argument who was going to win. My friends uncle was cursing and talking so much crap.

Another divisional matchup, another chance to turn our season around, another loss! I am afraid we can now officially kiss this season good bye, especially since Winston has not been playing well at all and is now out for a couple of games because of his shoulder injury.

1.5 seconds. I had developed an automatic timer in my head, and when it hit 1.5 seconds, I was in trouble. It was physically and mentally agonizing playing quarterback behind an offensive line that was known as being the smallest (and worst) our state division has ever seen. On average, my offensive line would give me 1.5 seconds to throw the ball before getting sacked by opposing defensive linemen. During many plays, I failed to find an open receiver in my allotted time, so I ran for my life - trying to extend the play, avoid getting sacked, and most importantly, avoid getting hurt. I grew up playing wide receiver, but switched positions when our quarterback decided to transfer schools because he couldn’t handle the brutality he faced during

Happy February! I don’t know about you, but it was extremely hard to get fired up about the NBA yesterday, what with the Pro Bowl and all. How can an exciting and full Monday slate possibly compare to the true test of grit and determination that was offered in yesterday’s NFL “game” in Hawaii? We’re back for another day of dishing out excellent DFS picks.

On this Saturday’s evening game, the baseball game was 2 teams in the championship game. The 2 teams that were facing were Pipe Creek (which was my team) and Mcadams the team we had to beat. Mcadams was the #1 seed and Pipe Creek was #2 seed, we were throwing back and forth and getting some practice before the game. Later we finally start the game. Pipe Creek was the Visitors and Mcadams was the home team. Pipe Creek was up to bat first and we scored 6 runs in the 1st inning.

Saturday morning, and sweat is running down my face. Dirt is covering every inch of my body. Breathing hard I hear the coach scream “GO!”. Already tired I force my beaten body to run as fast as I could. I see my opponent come into my view, and I know what I have to do. Speeding my way towards the ball I tackle the kid in front of me. In the distance I hear satisfaction from my coach. “Nice tackle Dylan, you get better everytime I watch you.” applauds my coach. I thank him for noticing that I have been working hard throughout these two a day practices. Sprinting my way towards the  next drill I run my coach's words through my head which helps boost my confidence for what is to come next. I was halfway through the week filled with these gruesome two a days, but I knew from my improvement each day I would make it.

On Sunday, NFL night, me and my friend were at the buffalo wings restaurant. It is the best place to watch games while eating. We were watching Panthers Vs Broncos super bowl. My friend also invited one of his friend Kirtan Patel, to hang out with us. I have never met him before, but can already tell that he doesn’t care about others. I am a panther’s fan and they were losing that night. I was already mad and my friends friend, who was late, made us wait for about 40 minutes. That 40 minutes felt like 4 hours, 4 hours being hungry. At one point I even felt like I was going to faint. So, to keep myself alive I ordered some drink. It took me one coke, one dr. pepper, and one glass of water to survive. Oh! He finally showed up, after I was almost

There stood the final score 27-21, Vikings have done it, they are going to the Championship, again.Steelers stood quiet on the sideline while their opposing team were jumping up and down all across the field yelling and screaming and hugging each other in joy.Then you had my team, the now beaten Steelers who had just blew their Championship chance all because of me. I was only a sixth grader then and I was only playing in a little league,but felt terrible not in the mad way like an angry bull charging a fire red cape but disappointed like as if you had a chance to save the world and you decided to stay watch TV. As I was presented with a third place medal I wondered if I even deserved it had I not of fumbled the ball I would have a cheering team and a golden trophy in my hand but no, I had a bronze medal hanging from my neck.So from that day forth I decided I wasnt ever going to stop playing football and practicing football until my body couldn’t take it anymore.