Going to a Carolina Panthers football game and it was great! I used sight, hearing, smelling, feeling, and tasting when I went. Out of all the NFL games I have been to, this was by far my favorite. There was so much to do when I went there.
We were walking to the Carolina Panthers stadium and we were a couple blocks away. Every step it got bigger.I was building up excitement the whole way there! I could see it very clear now. I was about two hours before the game start so they didn’t let us in yet. Outside there was booths and trucks that had a lot of fan gear and football equipment. We were walking in the tailgating section right next to the stadium and we could see the huge panther logo on the side of it.
It took a while to get in because the line was extremely long but the fans screaming and yelling. The music was playing while the players were warming up. They
We were down by the field, and the smell of the chopped up rubber in the turf flew into the air. Cold air flew all over the stadium.
We went down by the players to try to get an autograph, and I was right next to Charles tillman! The person next to me got his autograph but I got a high five. When I sat back down I felt the cold plastic from the seat. The game started and the sun started to come out. The warm rays shined on my side of the stadium so it got a little warmer.
At halftime I got up to get some food. I got a pepsi, pretzels, and skittles. The warm salty pretzels, the sugary skittles,and the ice cold pepsi tasted so good when I was starving. They had tons of hamburgers and fries. Freezing cold air made my mouth dry when the wind blew.
On the plane ride home and in the airport I was still thinking about the game.The Carolina Panthers had blown out the Buccaneers by 30 points! Cam Newton scored 3 touchdowns himself! I was still excited about the whole game until I fell asleep in the
It was the day, that day, that special Friday, game day. Game day not only meant that there was a football game, but there was a pep-rally, where our team would be performing. The routine was one minute and thirty seconds long , and I knew
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
An experience I will always remember was when I went to Blackpool with my football team. It was early April 2009, my football team had enlisted in a tournament in Blackpool and we were eager to go.
The announcer began announcing our team to start the introduction for the game. Since I was the lead-off batter, my name was echoed over the park first. It was at this time that the feeling elevated; the feeling that makes every baseball field so special. As my teammates yelled for me, while I ran to the nearest baseline and faced the crowd, the feeling gave me goose bumps and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The feeling is so amazing that it will keep me playing baseball for as long as possible because it makes my love for the sport that much more. I can't even begin to explain the complex feeling I get when I walk on a baseball field, but that feeling will always be cherished and hopefully when I pass on my love of baseball to others, they will too understand what that special diamond makes me feel like.
As I sat in my comfy theater seat, watching many people file into the Vashon Theater, I pondered the implications of this Super Bowl game. This was the most important game for any sports franchise that had any significance to me. It almost made me shiver, thinking about the joy and celebration that would occur if the Seahawks won the Super Bowl. I listened to the excited chatter all around me, impatient for the game to start, having never experienced an atmosphere so ecstatic, so energetic, so euphoric for a sporting event.
As we are talking about various events that has happened have created lots of inspiring and jaw dropping moments that people will remember for ages. These are ‘where were you’ moments that defines where were you when this thing happened or what were you doing when it happened? The experience that people get inside Wembley is something heavenly that you cannot experience elsewhere. Many moments such as the underdogs winning, a band performing a song, players scoring amazing goals and many more you get chills down your spine.
I remember those Friday nights in high school going to the football games. Listening to the fans roaring in the crowd and the cheerleaders chanting cheers on the sidelines for their team. While eating nachos from the concession stands, I enjoy the halftime show done by the dance team and marching band. The best part of it all is winning the game, celebrating with friends, and before the night ends listening to the sound of your school 's fight song in the background. I do not know about you, but these were my favorite events to attend during high school. I mostly enjoyed the sound of the music that was played by the marching band which I was a part of.
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
There was a lot of people there at least 100 people.. About 50 people from our football team because the kids out brothers
One of my earliest memories as a kid was how much I grew to love football and my family did. At an early age my uncle and dad loved the game and showed me it all the time. We used to have family games when i came to visit him in the summer. There was so much football that I would get tired of it and upset of losing. There was a time once before I told my dad I never wanted to play and it looked like when i had said that tears seemed to be creeping in his eyes. I'll never forget that moment.
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
The moment had finally arrived, we were about to enter the newly built stadium. As we approached the entrance, there was a small line of people waiting their turn to be frisked. While waiting in line, I noticed that there were certain things not allowed into the stadium for safety reasons. One lady had a large chain that resembled a dog chain in her pocket. The guard told her to take it back to her car or throw it in the trash. When the lady threw her chain in the trash I realized how devoted some of these fans really were. I thought to myself," maybe I'm not as big of fan as I thought," and continued through the gates. After our entire group got through security we had to separate, due to the different seating assignments.
In the beginning, there was football. The official said, Let the stadium lights come on, and they came on. The football players came onto the field, and they saw the light was good. Other teams started to show up and practice on the battle ground, otherwise known as the "playing field." Fans shouted, and cheerleaders went on about their playful acts. Parents, brothers, sisters, and close friends all piled into the stands to see the game of the year. The official stepped out onto the moist grass at Williams Stadium in Plano, Texas. The time was seven o'clock p.m. on a Thursday night. He paused for a moment, looked at his stopwatch, and blew his whistle. Gigantic muscular men came from out of nowhere as the fans began to cheer, waving various flags, and clanging cow bells. The bells sounded like a wind chime in an April shower, all different sounds at different times.
Kick Off, and every fan was full of hope and optimism. It was a warm