A loud whistle blew, signaling the end of the play.
“Sit down little boy!” A huge figure stood over Michael, glaring down at his undersized 5’9” frame.
“You’re gonna want to make yo’self real comfortable down there.” the dark figure said while wagging a finger at Michael’s face.
“Don’t ever try to stiff arm me again boy.” With that, he returned to the field as his teammates gathered and went bezerk about the huge hit he put on Michael.
Michael took a long look at his dirty uniform. Doubts began to creep into his mind.
‘Maybe I just can’t do this. I should’ve listened to my parents,’ he thought. His dark brown skin glistened with sweat in the setting Texas sun, as the unknown player cast a long shadow over him. His football gloves were soaked
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He fiddled with his gloves, his fingers moving sporadically. “Coach Miller will post the rosters tomorrow at 12’ sharp. Gentlemen, let’s end with a prayer. Any volunteers?” Shaking his head as he saw no one raising their hands, he kneeled on the ground and started to pray. “Lord, thank you for a great day of true Texas football. Thank you for all these young men who are very talented and ready to win. Lord, it is my urgent prayer that these me become more than just football players, but young men who lead their community and their friends in a positive direction.” Michael opened his eyes ever so slightly, trying to peek at the players around him. As he scanned the field, he saw Coach Garrison basked in the creamsicle colored sunlight. He watched him as Coach Garrison pumped his fists with every syllable in his prayer. A small smile finally broke through Michael’s face in what had been a very long day. “Lord, I thank you for football, family, friends, and the good ol’ state of Texas. …show more content…
But as the lights went off and the world grew dark, Michael lingered on the gridiron until he was the last person left on the practice field. Looking around him to make sure no one was watching, he began to sprint up and down the field, pretending he was the starting running for the Texas Longhorns. He made sharp cut after sharp cut, juking imaginary defenders and stiff arming would-be tacklers. He celebrated his way toward the end zone, pretending that he won the championship for the Cowboys, his favorite team. Time flew by as he juked and sprinted his way across the field. Making one last imaginary run, he dove towards the pylon, scoring one last time. As he sat and rested in the end zone, he looked towards the parking lot, where he thought he saw a person watching him. In the dark, his eyes strained to make out the features of this man. Then, the bystander started walking towards him. The man had a confident walk, and an upright stature. He resembled… “Michael, what in the heaven’s sakes are you still doing here?” called out the familiar voice. It was Coach Garrison. He sat down next to Michael, looking at him with his all-knowing eyes. His eyes penetrated his thoughts and seemed to know everything about
It was the last playoff game that determined if the Arlington Hornets would make it to state. Max Ryan ran down the field to the thirty the twenty the ten and then the ground. Max attempted to get up but a player on the Butler Bulldogs stepped on his hand with their cleat. Max screamed and pain he looked over he could see the evil smirk of Chad Dow as he watched Max scream in pain. The coaches rushed onto the field and assisted Max off of the field.
His name was coach Barnes . Coach Barnes happened to know a lot about all the players ,their life ,their school averages , and their football position. He made Michael a Co captain because the old coach recommended him to . Coach Barnes showed the team around ,they knew everything about the school ,but coach Barnes was gonna show them everything that he is going to improve. Everything new and improved ,new supplies,new rooms,new everything . It was like they were NFL players. All he wanted was everyone there to try hard. Coach Barnes was always saying some inspirational quotes. It was summer vacation and the team went to the school everyday to work out. Michael was always the first one there because he was the team leader and he wanted to set a good example . One day he saw the built guy ,he had big muscles,he was bald, buff and kinda short. His name was Tony
“Come on Michael! Go get the ball!” I hear somebody shout on my right. Rachel, the kindhearted brunette, married to Coach Pat number one, and mother to Carter, one of our best defenders, leans over towards me and says, “I can never get over how fast that boy is.”
Plot: Brandon just had another football practice. After the next one he’ll get to use pads. Coach Van Kuffeler still going hard on Brandon for always almost doing nothing. Coach Hewitt is being nice to Brandon. He thinks Brandon has a great arm and he might just start as QB even. Even some of the players like his best friend Mak is seeing potential in Brandon as a starting
The assistant principal noticed his speed and when he tracked him down he offered him two options. He could either join the football team, or take the punishment. Rice decided on football, and the assistant principal told the school’s football coach of his speed. Rice quickly caught on and became an offensive threat for his team.
It was a scorching, humid afternoon at Johanna Perrin Middle School and we were warming up to play against our division rivals, the Hilton Heat. As we were warming up my teammate Justin and I were talking. “So, do you think you’ll score today,” Justin said.
Mike Winchell,Permian’s starting quarterback, strived to make his father proud. His father, Billy Winchell, had been in an oil accident that “Had cost him his leg,” and eventually his father leg go,all too soon for Mike(Bissinger,73). Mike’s fathers death at 13, combined with his parents split-up when he was 5, forced Mike to grow up at a very young age. Billy and Mike had a very strong father-son relationship,and his father assisted in coaching Mike the sports that he played; Billy was a very demanding and harsh,but compassionate instructor, guiding Mike through his baseball and football career. Billy was very leaneate in certain charastics of raising his son,but also consequential in other aspects,insisting “He had to go to college,there could be no two ways
He is eventually cleared to play through court cases and relentless commitment by the school’s administration. In the midst of all the madness and all of the hype surrounding high school football in Texas, it is clear that there is no recognition of the importance of education. There is so much emphasis put into high school football in these communities like Odessa that athletes pour all of their hopes and dreams into it. Ultimately once these you athletes are eventually stripped of the game of football, their futures are jeopardized and their lives are irrevocably damaged. They are finally exposed to the real world more underprepared than ever. Fundamentally all that is left is a few memories of athletic stardom and still an inadequate education.
It’s 5:30 in the cool Texas mourning air. Mike is a 13 year old kid from San Antonio, TX. He is up early to get prepared for his 6:30 batting practice. Mike loves baseball, and his dad had helped him to learn how to love the game from an early age. Mike was in the car, on the way to the cages, talking to his dad. Mike and his dad had a good bond, they would tell eachother everything. Mike told his dad that he was just not feeling his swing. So they talked it out, by the time they were done talking they were at the cages.
When the official game clock hit 00:00, people began to flow out of the stadium. When I stood up out of my seat, I said my goodbyes and thanked all the coaches for the entire day. I wanted to make sure they knew that I genuinely enjoyed the visit, and how I really appreciated the fact that they took the time to show my parents and I around and spend the day with us.
Football in some states is treated as a religion more than it is a game. In small towns in Texas, Friday nights in the fall are designated to host a high school football game. It is a ritual to support the hometown team, just as going to church on Sunday mornings. Just as one would find the majority of the town at church on a Sunday morning, the same goes on a Friday Night. The game is the talk of the town at the local restaurants between the old men that have spent their whole lives’ in the same town. They look forward to see what the young men of the town will show on the gridiron that week and how the team has been playing and what to expect in the future. In a small town, the players are decently in close contact with the young children
“Some people believe football is a matter of life and death. I'm very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that.”
When the parents arrive to the field, the players are focusing on the game that they are going to play. They are nervous, excited, and maybe anxious. They are getting ready to play one of the hardest games that they've ever fought. The parents sit down and chatter and talk with one another waiting for the game to start. Each mother and father dressed up in the school repertoire and wearing their son's picture pin.
‘Good morning class, now I know the girls probably couldn’t care all that much, but I am pretty sure that you guys may want to listen up. So, I saw that in the staff room there was a notice asking for a coach for the u-15 football team. I would like you to welcome your knew coach’
Michael was waiting he was thinking if he 'll survive he was thinking about his past in future scared he won 't make it.