Chirp, Chirp, Chirp! I woke up to many birds singing right outside my door on a beautiful, warm fall Saturday morning. I got out of bed tired and in my head I was barely able to contain the joy I had as it struck me that I had my very first tackle football game under the lights later today. As I walked down the stairs I saw my brother and my Dad racing out of the door, hurrying to his flag football game that morning. I walked to my right, sat down and ate a bowl of cereal and had some bacon. That meal stuffed me like a turkey and got me to sit down and stay there while I cooled down. “Honey, are you going to have any more food?” asks my mom from the kitchen. “No thanks, I'm stuffed like a pig” I responded. Later on, I arrived at the game with my dad. I grabbed …show more content…
I saw my coach. “What's up coach!” I exclaimed. “Yo what's up Jackson, are you ready for the game?” My coach said. Of course, the “Of course” is the “Of course”! I have a very great feeling about this game, we are going to kill them!” I yelled. “Don't underestimate any team, you never know what can happen.” Said my coach seriously Then I got into warm ups and I could feel the cold air in my arms and the crisp smell of grass in the air helping me prepare for the game and helping me get in the right head space. Finally, the game started and I was ready and prepared for this game. We started out on offense and I heard the whistle blow, knowing that the game had started. Unfortunately we didn't score and it was a heat check for our team thinking that we were going to kill them as if they were our prey and we were the predators. Then they went on defense and their team got down to the two-yard line on the verge of scoring, they called a run play and I saw it and I made the tackle but it was too late They were just barely over the line scoring them a touchdown. We then went down and scored right away, tying the game right back
Before the start of the game I was told to guard their best receiver because nobody else could keep up with him. Even though i was fast, I was definitely not as fast as him. He was like lightning, speeding past me and making quick, subtle turns that were hard to predict. I was so tired from guarding him all game that by the end of the first half I felt like collapsing. When they hiked the ball, I made sure that I tried my best to stop him from getting the ball. Without failing to surprise me, he predicted my next move and feinted left and then turning right. I fell for the trick, and his quarterback threw the ball to him. He caught it and started running down the field. I sprinted after him. I put the rest of my energy into this run. As I got closer and closer to him, an idea formed in my head. When I got close enough I would dive for his flag, hoping to pull it before he reached the end zone. It was not a very intelligent idea, but it could’ve worked. When I was almost touching him, I dove. I missed the flag by millimeters. As I hit the ground I heard a loud ‘POP’ in my shoulder. Instantly I knew that I had broken a
To my surprise we defeated the team. Winning the first game of the season sparked a burning passion in the team to win and become the best. Our desire and lust to be the underdogs was fueled by our atrocious previous season. Game after game, we defeated our opponents, and game after game we became stronger and stronger. We began to believe in ourselves and instead of dreading the games, we could think of nothing else. I realized that I was wrong about my initial thoughts about our new coach, and that I should not have judged him without giving him a chance. Soon, our confidence grew to the point where we wanted to win the championship. Off the field, we had our doubts. We convinced ourselves that we would not be able to qualify for the championship, based on our statistics from last season. On the field, however, our play style could not be defended against, and our skill was unmatched. Every game we gave it all we had because we had nothing to lose. We knew going into the games that it couldn’t be worse than the previous season. As a result, we began to play for fun, and by doing so we got into our rhythm. Soon enough, we qualified for the championship, and we were going to the semi-finals. Our opponents were no match for us, and we won the game. Next was the finals. It was all surreal at the time. We were the worst team, or thought to be at least. We had done horribly the previous season, and not a single one of us could have even dreamed of this happening, but it did. We went into the finals knowing that no matter what happens, we had a wonderful season and we all had fun. We knew that even if we lost, we would be happy because we had fun and it was a great run. Despite the odds, we won the finals. We were the champions. I remember the game ending and joy rushing through my body. We, the underdogs, had won the
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
To say that football has been a big part of my life would be a gross understatement. I still remember when, in 2nd grade, I walked onto the field in my comically small gear and had my first practice. Now, senior year, the last game of my ten year career is over. Crushing defeat. Sedro-Woolley walloped our undersized team 42-6. After that game I cried. I cried not because we lost, but because football, for me, was over. Looking back objectively I should have been glad it was done, we were not what you would call a winning team. My senior year was the first time we had won more than a single game in years. But in that moment, and now, that is
I no longer played on a team with my best friends since childhood, I was no longer a fullback, and I was no longer a bulldog. I had moved across the street into the town that I had grown up wanting to beat all my life. Now I found myself in a blue uniform playing quarterback with guys I had only met a few weeks prior to our first game. I was a stranger, in the town I had despised growing up, leading a team that I didn’t know. The following year I expected to be better and it was for the most part. However, there was one team on the schedule that I was specifically looking forward to. That game was one of the most hard fought I had ever played in. It was a physical battle, and in the end my team emerged victorious. My new team that
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Riley, our starting quarterback, placed his hands on the helmet of the right tackle, as he did every play. He called the play looking straight into my eyes signaling the pass was coming to me. My entire body tingled with excitement as I ran to the left of the field. I could feel my cleats dig into the soft, freshly cut field as I took my stance. I looked up into the sky seeing only white lights which created the stage for the football field. As I brought my head down slowly to see the white eyes of the defender across from me, my heart beat slowed and I was still, in peace for the short moment. The quarterback hiked the ball and I began in pursuit; shifting, juking to get away from my defender. We were side-by-side running down the field as the ball was thrown into the air, coming strait to me. I jumped up and became airborne, snagging it from the lit up, night sky. Falling back with the ball secured into my arms, I felt my defenders full weight push into my left leg. A snap rang out as we hit the ground together and I looked down to see a large bump sticking straight left out of my
Let me tell you the story of how I almost died when I played football. This was about 8 years ago, I was in 10th grade, and I was part of the Calasanz soccer team, Calasanz is the name of my school. We have a tournament match against another school, some of you should have that experience, the excitement of playing with your school team, do you know what I mean? So, I was an initialist in that match and all going normal until the first half time, the ball was in the middle between me and the other school player, I slipped over the ball and the other guy did the same but his knee impact me in the head, believe me I don’t really remember what happened that day, all that I know is because my friends and my family told me. After that my friends told me that the coach sent me off, and when I was on the bench waiting for my parents to go to the hospital, I started asking them about what was happening, I was like “hey what happened to me?”
This motivated I to work hard in practice that next week. But I didn’t even get to play because we had all of our starters and probably because it was the last game of the regular season and we lost, but we still made the playoffs. First game of the playoffs was different I could feel it in the atmosphere. I had started for the first quarter because one of our best linemen said some disrespectful to one of the coaches and skipped practice so he was benched. I was getting whooped because I was going against some guy, who now plays at university of Miami and he was scary good. We lost again to the same team we played last week. The season was over I did way better than I thought, but still had a lot of room for improvement. Most of starters where seniors that, so I knew the starting spot was mine to lose. I still went to football conditioning but started to skip on days I didn’t feel like going and my coach would give me a hard time and he had every right to because looking back it now, I was hurting the team and myself by not being there I
As we approach the field that’s when the whispers on the bus start. As the bus came to a screeching halt everyone on the bus started to talk strategy. We walk off the bus together heading towards the locker room when we see the other team. The team we were facing seemed to be better than us in every way. The other team was bigger than us, stronger than us, and had more players on their team which meant that many of their players didn’t have to play the
The game started with our possession and for the first 5 minutes, I thought I might just be okay. I could maybe even make a save or two, or what if I even took the ball down the field with everyone watching in amazement? Suddenly I snapped out of my thoughts to see an angry Jake dribbling down the field with no defense in front to help me. I stood my ground with a sliver of hope that I would block the shot or he would miss. As he drew back his leg to shoot, I realized he was aiming right at me.
r wondered what's like to be a fish in a bowl? Well I did, rather frequently. I imagined them floundering around speedily, determinedly, yet going nowhere because bowls are limited. Fish were quite like me in that sense, trapped in the present with nowhere to go. And the present, wasn't very satisfying.
Everyone knew that this game was going to be impossible to win, so we all sort of shrugged it off. The last practice before this game consisted of reminiscing more than drills. Even our coach knew we were going to get killed, but for some reason everyone had in the back of their minds ‘what if…’
We both had not so hot seasons so far as we were both 2-3 and needed this win for hopes of making the playoffs. We were playing in Ishpeming, or as Coach J called it “The Playground”, so they had the upper hand even tho it was only a short drive from Negaunee. Kickoff was at 7 and we arrived between 5:30-6:00 to prepare. We did our usual pre game warmup that we do before every game. I was nervous, like the MOST nervous I have ever been for a game because this was my first varsity football game against our biggest rivals.