First Varsity Start Exhaustion. That’s all that my body felt as I went to bed Thursday night. I’d gotten through two days of school, and had one more left until the weekend. Schoolwork wasn’t what was on my mind, however. The season opener for football was the next night, and I had no idea what to feel. Was I excited, scared, nervous, or a combination of all three? These were the thoughts that flew through my mind like a bird as the clack slowly creeped from nine to ten. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t lie still. After some time, my mind finally caught up to my body and drifted off to sleep. The next time awoke was six-thirty in the morning. Game day. The first few hours of the day crept by, and my focus was anywhere …show more content…
You’re in next drive!” said Coach Smith. That excitement that I said about earlier, well that left in a heartbeat. A ball was thrown to me, and I began to play catch with someone on the sidelines. I dreaded the time that we got the ball back. I didn’t have to wait long. As I ran out on the field, many of my teammates assured me that I’d be okay, but my own thoughts seemed to overtake their confidence in me. Hands shaking, I received the first snap. Although my mind assured me that I was going to mess up, I didn’t. My head began to clear, and adrenaline began to flood my system again. Time went by, and the clock finally ticked off to all zeroes. My performance hadn’t been one for the ages, but I felt good about how I did. After the team went through the line and gave the expected “Good Game” line to the Sergeant-Bluff Luton, we were treated to many smiles and hugs from parents. Although we lost the game, we had much to be thankful for. Our coaches were proud of us, and we seemed pretty pleased with our performance as well. My first varsity start had been filled with ups and downs, but overall it was a good one. Noah and I began to walk back to the high school, and we slugged each other on the back, grinning the whole way. That same smile stayed with me until I hit the pillow that night. Unlike the night before, my mind was clear, and I slept amazing. One game down, eight more to
That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
The first few weeks of practice were full of bad attitudes and laziness. As a sophomore, I, along with the other underclassman, kept my mouth shut and put effort into practices. It was t...
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.
When we picked Roberto the immigration told me and Roberto "what were you guys thinking about coming here you could have gotten yourself killed".
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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
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
The play was "Red 334"which is a run to our halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass plays. Coach Nelson undoubtedly decided we needed to run through the final pass play before we perfected our defense. The play was quietly called in the huddle with intentions of getting it right. I ran the play through my mind while I tried to remember what the snap count was and what I was supposed to do for that play. The ball was snapped and I jolted to the left of our team's quarterback to set up his backside protection. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed the defensive end raging toward the quarterback. I intensely stepped into him while lowering my body and exploded through his shoulder pads sending him stumbling into the line's pass protection.
I scored and so did the runner that was on second! We had won the game! We were all so excited and tired at the same time! After the celebrating ended, the coaches and players sat down and talked about the game! We were all patiently awaiting to see who would get the game ball!
With much pressure on my shoulders, I handled it well. Our team was exceptionally successful my 8th grade year, even though we only got consolation championship title. Beyond the glory of the countless games we won, I created memories and friendships over the years.
As I slipped under my covers and began to slowly doze away, I considered how my day was. I woke up. I went to school. I did my homework. I had hockey practice.
Not a lot of wind, there were not many clouds and the sun was shining brighter than ever. The grass was a perfect shade of green. The goal post seemed to be shining. It was like a good dream coming to reality. I hopped out of my moms car and ran to my other teammates at the goal shooting.
The turf was still wet from rain and I could tell the day would be humid. I strapped on shin guards, laced up my cleats, and slipped the gloves on. I joined the warm-ups as the clouds started to break and the sun began shining down. The fear I had felt previously was suppressed under feelings of anticipation and excitement. I had prepared for this opportunity for the past five years and by Godly I was going to take it.
After a quick breakfast, I pulled some of my gear together and headed out. The car ride of two hours seemed only a few moments as I struggled to reinstate order in my chaotic consciousness and focus my mind on the day before me. My thoughts drifted to the indistinct shadows of my memory.
My team was proud of me and so was my uncle. We ended up qualifying for the Florida tournament but we had another tournament in Nashville to play in. But with all good things falling in it’s place, school was starting and i had to go back to Georgia.