My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho. Thursday came and it was time to go I tried to get out of it, but I was eventually forced. We got there and the coaches had to give me all of my gear to play. All of us got on the field and our practice began. Once it finished and we got home my mom asked me if I liked it. I immediately replied with NO! The deal was if I did not like it I could quit , but instead she said give it a week and see.She bribed me by saying I could move my room upstairs,
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.
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.
Since they were only going to be involved with the first play of the preseason, they didn’t need much instruction. Rosanna went over the basics of the game, the role the quarterback plays and what the tight end was responsible for. One thing I can say about Rosanna, she is bold.
I recently went to Marist’s first football game of the season with Peyton (in our class) and Michael Cully. Mr. Yount was our teacher that day. I showed up early and helped set up the bus and the field with equipment for the broadcast. 30 minutes until the game Michael was showing Peyton and me the in’s and outs of the camera and we got to practice with them a lot. 20 minutes until the game Peyton and I were basically pros with the camera. 10 minutes until kickoff we start undergoing problems. Apparently even though the field was supposed to have Wi-Fi for us to broadcast, we didn’t get a single bar. So up until halftime Peyton and I were playing with the cameras while Michael and Mr. Yount tried to solve the
It all started when I got grounded.I was in my room all bored just thinking. I was thinking about some of my past actions. One of the major ones that was still clear in my mind was all the times I've hurt myself over my dumb ways or decisions. The freshest memory was when I first started to play football. I was interested in being a quarterback. But back then when I was 8 I had this dumb way off throwing one. It was like throwing a bowling ball into the air. But the feeling of the balls grip made me forget about how I used to throw it. But I did have this occasional feeling when I threw it. As if my arm muscle was being pulled. But I didn't mind for as long as I could throw far and high I didn't really care. But boi I should have listened to
It was a warm fall day in late October down in Texas. Toby and his best friends, Jake, Will, and Conner were all on their way ridding their bikes to the football field to play a quick game of two-on-two. For there high school team the Red River Riders, Toby was the starting quarterback, Jake is a wide receiver, Will is a second string running back but a staring linebacker, and Conner was just a lineman but can do all that stuff better then them. When they got to the field it was Conner and Will verses Toby and Jake. Everyone switched from quarter back to wide receiver.
In my life I have always been a procrastinator and never really pushed myself to do the best I can. In school, soccer and my job as a bagger I never really took value in what I did. All I did was get the job done whether that meant i put 100% in it. Throughout my whole life i have played soccer but never put in the effort outside of the league to get better. Once I got to highschool I really started to love the game and began to go home everyday and practice. During my junior year I started to see a big improvement in my touch and shooting. Coming to my senior year all my friends that had played with me my whole life had quit because they didn’t want to play on varsity. I personally was on the edge too and they were trying to talk me out of it. I really wanted to play but at the same time i'm lazy and varsity is a lot more effort and commitment. Not only would it be work on the field but it would take time away from my homework and job.
I kinda moved away from soccer and started playing football it was my first year and wasn't sure how I would do or what I would do. They put me at inside linebacker and I didn't know what to do I just remember the coach said go for the ball and hit them as hard as possible. .
Sitting on the cold bleachers, I waited for my sister to appear. Cradling a cup of hot chocolate I tried to warm my hands from the harsh fall winds. Taking a sip of the cocoa, I could feel the warmth of the liquid go down my throat. Then I saw her. My sister ran onto the field surrounded by her teammates. A huge grin on her face as she sprinted to the outfield, softball cradled in her glove, she looks like she belonged. The next year she was no longer apart of that team, yet I was still found on the bleachers. Once again I looked for my sister, warming myself with my hot chocolate. I found her running onto the field, lacrosse net in hand. Alongside of a new group of teammates; she still looked like she belonged. Another year passes, and I was
August twenty eighth , two thousand sixteen was one hell of a year. It all started that Friday night and we was in the third quarter with .37 seconds left on the clock. I look to the sideline and i seen the strecture coming on the field towards our sidelines I looked and i seen our defensive coordinator on the ground. All i heard was whistle going off and everybody running to the sideline. He laid there passed out not breathing it was heartbreaking. When they carried him out with the breathing machine hooked up to him it was dead silance in the stadium . We started the fourth quarter we ended up losing by a field goal 7-10. When all gathered up in our cars after the game and went to the hospital where we found out our coach was never going
When i was 9 years old i had some friends at my apartment complex and we would climb this wall to get onto a street and we were bored and we climed it one day at had the bright idea to just jump off into a bush and so we did it and i twisted my ankle.I had some friends by the age of 10 who were older than me and we were walking around in the southlands mall and we walked passed a mattress store and i was dared to go in there and jump on all the beds and fall asleep i did it and got in trouble.Later that day we walked to safeway and bought some stuff them messed around i chucked a football across the illes and we ran back to my old elementary school and of my friends had a date come by and i got bored so i saw some kids playing football so i
There was two minutes left on the clock. We were up 30 to 27. The other team in bounced the ball. I was guarding number 18. I saw the opportunity to grab the ball from him and try to put this game into the history books. Yes! I grabbed it and ran down court. I was about 20 feet from the basket. Then I felt a hand on the ball. It was number 18. I was so shocked that I dropped the ball. He took it and managed to score. I wasn't to happy.
“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.
My leg nervously bounced up and down. Around me were rows and rows of bleachers. In front, there were several palm trees, behind an enormous pool, which glistened in the sunlight. As I glanced to my right, I noticed that there were hedges blocking a view to an outdoor area of the school. To the left was the entrance that I had come through. As I sat on the red bleachers, I thought about what I had to sit there. I was at Sacred Heart High School in Atherton, California. About a month previous to this, my dad and I had told my old water polo coach that I would be switching clubs. The change would happen in four weeks. As the days passed by, I grew more and more apprehensive. What would the new team be like? How would the coach be? Would I regret
The parched summer of my sophomore year really isn't something I want to experience again. During this summer my schedule was strictly football and when you mix football practices, weightlifting and two-a-days along with scorching hot days, it really takes a toll on your body. Everyday during practices I felt as if oceans of sweat were pouring out of me as we ran in full pads up the hill which felt as if we were running directly vertical toward the sun. It wasn't just the running that took a toll on my teammates and I, it also had to do with the countless number of drills and scrimmages which equally took the lives right out of us. The only time of practices my teammates and I looked forward to was the end. There was always kids rushing across the field with the remaining energy they had left and heading right for the semi air conditioned school where it could provide us some sort of cool air. The only way we could describe ourselves when we would sprint across the field is like a kid just entering a candy store and rushing over to grab his or hers favorite candy. Once the very crammed summer jam packed full of practices, weightlifting and two-a-days were over I knew that I had become better as a football player and knew all the hard work I put in during the running, drills and practices were paying off.