Personal Narrative: York High And The Freshman Football Team

My very first Varsity high school football game was the best experience of my life. It was the first week of school and I had practice every day. The practices were heavy we practiced for four hours every day after school. Everyone on the team felt we were being overworked but, that was just the beginning of our season. Our first game was a Friday night all that time practicing made us ready for that night. Two hours before the game we had loud music playing and we were all yelling to get ready for the game. I remember getting on the field and hearing all the fans screaming. Now it was time for kickoff I lined up on the 50-yard line then the whistle was blown, and I sprinted to go tackle the ball carrier. I made lots of hits but also took some

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 all started when I walked into Island Coasts High School’s open house. I didn’t know what to expect, and was filled with trepidation about whether or not I would even know enough about football to sign up. I made my way to the cafeteria in order to sign up. I met the coaches,

At New Milford High School, I will belong to the community of Green Wave football for the duration of my life. As a player, my footprint is not simply measured by the amount of wins our program had during my three years on varsity, but it is measured in the complete revolution of the program under Coach Badaracco’s direction. My freshman year, the football team was a bit of a joke, a meeting ground of players who lacked dedication and work ethic, who continuously were being suspended from school, doing drugs, and partaking in other nefarious activities. When Coach Badaracco was hired, he looked to me to lead. He continuously asked me to display what a proper athlete should look like, someone who excelled in the classroom and was active in the community.

It’s senior night for the basketball players at City Christian High School, and for both JV teams, it was the last game of the season. The emotions were running high for players and fans alike, both parties knowing this would the senior’s final chance to play on the court.

Being in my third year of Bronx River high school I’ve had the opportunity to be apart of PGC, Peer Group Connection. Our main goal in the organization is to help new freshmen in our school to feel comfortable and safe to open up about any problems going on in school or at home. Recently in the Bronx, there has been a tragic stabbing at a local high school called “Urban Assembly School for Wildlife Conservation”. As a result “Matthew McCree and 16 year old Ariane Laboy were stabbed allegedly at the hands of 18-year-old classmate Abel Cedeno”. Myself and other PGC member facilitated group circle within 45 minutes discussing incidents of violence, both locally and across the country while asking essential questions on how we as students can help

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.

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.

Finally, the day of our first game had arrived. All of us had butterflies in our stomachs. It was the type of feeling you get when you know you are well prepared for something, but you inexplicably still feel nervous. As soon as the ball was kicked first, all of the anxious feelings I had melted away and the game became quite fun. Just as the prior years, the first game had the easiest opponent to beat and my team and I had no problem securing a victory against them. The second game was a bit more of a challenge, but defeating that team was nothing we were not prepared for. The true challenge came in the third and championship game. Although we enjoyed a bye game due to our two previous victories, the other team had the advantage of some truly God-gifted athletes. In particular, number seven was a beast of a thirteen-year-old. He stood at an impressive six feet tall and he towered over us on every snap. During the first drive, we had marched the ball down the field slowly but surely and on the four-yard line we fumbled. Of course, number seven picked up the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. At halftime, our coach sat us down and had a long talk with us. Even though we were discouraged by their touchdown, we picked ourselves up and started scoring. We scored two rushing touchdowns in the third quarter and one more in the fourth quarter to secure the win. Not only did we come back from a losing

I’d been waiting for this moment for months. I felt pumped. Ready as ever! It would be extraordinary. It was the first I’d ever seen the New York Jets play in person! It was imperative that I wear my Jets shirt. They were versing the team that they shared a stadium with, the New York Giants. But, even though it was just a preseason game, I was frantic that the Giants might win. I’m a New York Jets fan. So, I felt that it was crucial we win.We weren’t much of a team. The quarterback of our team at the time wasn’t that great, and neither was the rest of our line-up. But, I was excited to be there. My heart was beating as fast as a bullet, and my knee was bouncing like a ping-pong ball.

I was all smiles heading into week four of the 2016 high school football season. After being told I broke the starting lineup, offensively and defensively, I was more than prepared for the game. After working my tail off sophomore year, I felt this opportunity was well deserved. After the conclusion of the Thursday morning practice, my friends and I jokingly said how bad it would be to have

The season began in the summer of June 1st 2014 I was very excited training was fantastic, camps were tough. And my senior year looked great so far, Bowling Green, Kent State and Tiffin University were very interested in my ability, also knowledge of the game. I was very trilled everything was going posters, newspapers and program sales were great. In the weeks leading up to our first scrimmage, it was max-out time which means to reach ones maximum in something such as weight in weight lifting or credit on a credit card.

Being a part of a 1-9 football team and having the head coach resign after the season of your senior year of High School one might think I would have a long list of possible topics that I could choose from for this essay. That is far from the reality. Playing High School sports has been an opportunity that even though on the field we were not as successful as we would have liked to have been, all the moments that I got to spend bonding with teammates and coaches has been the greatest 4 years for which I could ask. After brainstorming, writing and then rewriting over this topic, I have discovered that the biggest problem in high school sports is the enormous pressure that is put on teens which goes unnoticed.