Reflection On The Sartell Football Program

Bissinger, in Friday Night Lights, is able to successfully argue against the overarching importance and harmful practices of football. Bissinger focuses on the negative consequences football has on the town of Odessa, highlighting injuries, unethical conduct, and the deprioritizing of academics. By using various forms of rhetoric, Bissinger is able to make the reader reevaluate their position concerning football and high school sports in general. In addition, the accusatory tone of the novel, towards football, further brings attention to the wrongs of football and the culture that comes with it. Through his mastery of rhetoric, Bissinger advances his view about the dangers of football in America to his

The game-winning touchdown caught by Donnell Wilson had everyone talking Monday morning at school. The “catch” many not have actually been as amazing as described though. An assistant coach for the University of Nebraska stated about Donnell Wilson, “Has poor hands and only average speed” (Doc. 9)

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.

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.

I was constantly looked down on, as through the practices, varsity players continuously knock me down and run me over. One varsity player named Jordan Zorbas hit me so hard I felt like a crash test dummy. Later in practices, the varsity roster was taped to the locker-room’s wall. I couldn’t place my name on the list, meaning that I was on the freshman team. I remember thinking,“ Why couldn’t I make it, “ but deep down I knew why. I began practicing with the freshman team at linebacker. September 7th we had our first game against Ida Baker high school. I remember making the first tackle of the game, with me wrapping the running back and stripping the ball from his meaty hands. Although I started the whole game, I was not satisfied with my performance and felt that I should’ve done

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

I sprinted off, running a fade route into the endzone. I shook the corner with my speed and looked for the ball. It soared through the air right over me! I jumped as high as I could and my left hand found the ball just like a magnet to metal. Then I got hit. I had held onto the ball through the hit! I was coming down hard...and then it hit me I was falling into the ditch.

Because there was already a quarterback, I was not able to start at that position, rather I got to start as a safety on defense. Although I was the starting strong safety, I managed to get some reps under center, running the offense. I had gotten my first chance to play varsity quarterback. Game 3: Millburn vs. Caldwell. It was a scorching hot day, and we crumbled as a team, losing by nearly forty points. But towards the end of the game, coach pushed me onto the field. I wasn’t the starting quarterback, but this moment was the one that haunted yet animated me. The first snap goes five feet above my head. I had to chase for the ball, pick it up and scramble, and somehow escape and run or make the throw. I was in honest disbelief, unsure of my capabilities. Reconnecting with my past mistakes I decided to tuck the ball and run. I sprinted to the nearest sideline passing multiple defenders getting a brief rush of exhilaration. I ran for 18 yards and my first touchdown, my elation increased at the sight of my teammates rushing towards me to celebrate. I was able to emerge as an important asset to our football team that year, expanding my knowledge and learning from all the other

I peeked through my facemask and I could see the quarterback lining up to take the snap. I glanced back at my coach who swung his arm across his body indicating the “slash”. My body shook with excitement as I inched up to the line. At the sound of a distant “hike” I exploded from my stance off the tackle into the endzone. I found myself one on one with the quarterback in the backfield, an outcome I had prepared for hundreds of times. I dove at his legs colliding with his shins. After a push and pull struggle he went down and I stood victorious in the middle of the endzone, my teammates immediately raised their hands above their heads signaling a safety. The excitement in the stadium grew and the student section erupted chanting “STORMIN MORMON...STORMIN MORMON”

It was September 17th, 2016. There I am sitting in the student section, next to some of the most school-spirited people I have ever seen in my entire life. Everywhere I looked, Syracuse fans were dressed in orange representing their school. I watched as students, and families, like I had mentioned were all gathered in this enclosed dome to celebrate the Homecoming Football Game on that surprisingly hot day in Syracuse, New York.

21 to 21 with 1:01 left on the clock. I went from glancing at the clock to returning my attention to the huddle. Looking around the huddle I saw all of my teammates that I admired most. Cole Garrett, Alex Koplin, Connor Collins, Nathan Puckett. All of their faces seemed tired, soaked in

Its 14-0 in the second half carys winning We hand it off to our running back he's running behind me”if I could just get these guys it's a easy touchdown” I thought. I throw my guy to the ground the running backs beside me i throw down another guy The running back is at the 5 years line the 4, 3, 2, 1 TOUCHDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 30 seconds left they throw a 30 years pass he catches it at the 10 yard line we tackle him 20 seconds left into the half we run to the line they have no more timeouts they spike it.Now it's second down they run a pitch to the right they get 4 yards then run it out of bounds they're at the 6 yard line 10 seconds left the quarter back is scattering he's about to be sacked he throws it it's perfect and the receiver is wide open there's no more time on the clock I jump up and swat it no good it's half time.I felt like a hero.

The other team, the Cougars, scored the first touchdown plus a field goal. We all were deflated, but in the second quarter our spirits were lifted when we scored our second touchdown of the game. It was 14-10 at half. Now, it was third quarter, and we were on the 14 yard line. It was second down. “Set 42… settttttt… HUTT!” shouted Mitch. I took off. I was supposed to do a slant, but instead I sprinted straight forward. I knew the guy guarding me was not as fast as I was; most people weren’t. So I told Mitch to pass to me no matter what, and he didn’t argue. Before I knew it, I was in the endzone. Finally, I did my slant. I cut across the endzone, while watching Mitch. He saw that I was open. Then the ball was in the air, spiraling towards me. I caught it. Now we were up 21-10. We were on our way to clutching the championship

I am honored to say I was Captain of First Colonial’s football team. If you know anything about football, you know the people on the line are the biggest and the most brawn. Being a six-foot, one-hundred and eighty-five pound center was a joke to people. Generally, the center was the leader of the offensive line. Having played offensive line since I was 5, I was very skillful at my position. Starting varsity since sophomore year was a gift. Every game was David vs. Goliath. I took the lead and was communicative and encouraging to my teammates. Every game that we were defeated, I caringly brought them back up from the tough hardships of a loss. On a win I would stay humble thinking a win would develop more victories. As a senior, I proudly

As the season went on, I had worked on my skills and had begun to have personal success in games. As soon as I know it, I ended up being brought up to varsity to add depth since many of our starters had gotten hurt. Even though I did not get much playing time on varsity, I was still very glad to make the team. I knew that hard work really does pay off.