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?” and they told me all, ten minutes later I was “hey what happened to me?” and the told me all again, they told me that they were too worried about that because I asked them for about one hour the same thing.
Earlier in the spring I was playing a soccer game against the South Anchorage varsity soccer team. I was playing left midfield, taking the ball up the left side of the field when the other team’s right fullback stepped up to get the ball. I cut to the right and heard a loud snap that rung in my ears. I could not stand up. Every time I tried to move my leg, waves of pain pounded from my knee. I had to be carried off the pitch. I learned a few days later
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
We did a lot of stuff together; we were practically brothers. But one time during our championship game against our rival school, our captain got into an accident and was unable to continue the game. I remember that game like it was just yesterday, when my friends and I played the most memorable game ever. The game started out with our team losing; our opponents were tough; they had strong defense and sharp offence. But that didn’t break our fighting spirit. Our captain told us to keep calm and not give up, no matter what. As the momentum of the game shifted to a tie, our captain was badly injured in an accident just before it was called half time. In the team dug out, our captain told me that it was up to me to lead the team to victory. I was scared bearing that kind of burden, but our captain reassured me that it would be okay and that he believed in me. And so I went and tried my best, but reality was much different than my expectations. Our opponent’s defense was impenetrable; we tried and tried, but it seemed futile. But I didn’t give up; our captain believed in me, he put the burden of winning the game on my shoulders after all. And then it happened; one of my teammates, Robel, had the
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.
It has been a long time since attending a football game at a stadium, a little over 14 years to be exact. The last time I went was in Pontiac, Michigan, I saw the Detroit Lions lose that day, like so many of their other games. I had been to a quite a few NFL games, but this was only going to be my second college game, the one thing I remember about that game was that the crowd was very rowdy, but it was a home game and we were the home team. I did feel bad for the visiting fans, the few that did show up. Today, UNT was playing Sothern Methodist University (SMU) at Jerald J Ford Stadium, it was an away game, so this time I was one of those visiting fans and I was wearing my UNT t-shirt., I was all by myself because my wife could not accompany
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.
The topic or idea I chose was football because of my passion for the game. In reality it’s everyone’s dream to be in the NFL or be a football star but that’s not for everyone. The work ethic and all of hard work and time I put into getting better is amazing. I love the feeling of getting better and and improving yourself to get noticed.
As I sit on the school bus headed home I am being choked by uneasiness. I should be ecstatic and celebrating the victory of opening night high school football like my teammates around me. It was my senior year; all the work I had done for the last three years would finally pay off as I became a starter and we were aiming to repeat as state champions. This was not the case as a high speed collision on kickoff caused my shoulder to dislocate. The stinging pain radiated across the right side of my body as trainers tried to put it back into place.
It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
The week before me and my dad went to go buy my first pair of cleats at Dick’s Sporting Goods, the cleats were all weathered and protective around the ankle. My first warm-up was like a senior carrying a preschoolers bag, I was surprised, then my coach had placed me into as a “Forward” meaning I was like one of those big guys in the center line in football taking all the hits, rucking, and scrumming. All was fun until my friend had snapped his arm like breaking apart some dried paste. One guy was coming from the back and another from the front, causing pressure on his elbow and then it just dangled. His last words before he went to the ambulance was to keep playing so we took a knee and played
My Views Ever since I can remember, I’ve been attracked to the screaming bleachers and the Friday night lights. Finally after several years I was able to play this sport I’ve been drawn to since a young age. After my first football game, I realized that there is a lot more to football than cheering bleachers and bright lights One question I am asked when the topic is brought up is, “why do you play football?”. One reason I play football is because it is a great way to pass the time.
Football is easily my number one passion that I still participate in today. I have been playing football since I found out their was a team in second grade and have never stopped. Ever since the first day of practice I knew I had found something that I truly love and enjoy. Growing up in a family where my dad played college football and my older brother played, I was always around the sport. My Saturdays to this day consist of either playing football or sitting down and watching college football.
A lot of people might wonder why I, as a 17 year old girl, likes football so much. "You should be into hair and makeup, and doing your nails," they say. But no matter how much they would try to persuade me to do girly things, I was always a bit of a tom boy, therefore I loved to watch and play football. Some could say that part of it is because I have four older brothers, but to me I was born loving football. Here is why I love football so much.
I 've played soccer my whole life since I was three and have loved it every single year. I played on a non-comp team for the longest time which was a bad idea coming into high school ball. When I got to high school soccer everything changed. Soccer was so much different. I remember my first game first play i had the ball I got hit and i looked at my dad and he kinda shrugged. It took alot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior year. Then came senior year. The season came around and my coach, coach fletcher, had big expectations for me. I suffered through soccer conditioning and lost a few pounds from it. But i 'm getting ahead of myself. the spring season before school ball was my biggest nightmare. I started out the season good. had a goal. But then it happened, I broke my collarbone, again. This time was my worst time yet. I was put as foward to let our forwards have a break. I don 't usually play here. I started out the half with a few opportunities but then the perfect ball was sent over by my defender. He sent the ball over and I took off. I ran as fast as lightning after that ball. I brought my foot back to take a shot and BAM!! I got hit with a shoulder from behind. I fell and felt a snap. I broke my collar bone for the 4th time. So I had to miss out on the rest of the season that spring. I came back for school ball and
It was as if my body was in shock as I fell to the ground. My eyes were squeezed shut, and all I could feel was the shooting pain driving around my knee. It was as if the pain started at the point of impact and traced around my knee until it got back to the starting point a countless number of times. When I finally opened my eyes I saw that my knee had immediately turned a purplish-black, and my coach was running out onto the field. I tried to shake it off and stand back up to play, but I immediately limped back onto the ground.