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Importance of family When I was in the sixth grade I was playing football for a scout’s team that I was on. We were on the road playing a much hated Greybull football team. We were wanted to secure an unbelievable season with an undefeated record 9-0. There was only one problem, we had to fight Greybull to cap off our perfect season with a record of 10-0. It was 2nd down and we were on our side of the field and we were on defense. Our defense was really good, our defensive line was bigger than their offensive line. Our defense were destroying their offense. But they still managed to get a couple of scores on us, we were not the happiest campers. We lead by a couple of scores me and my buddy Dylon were fighting each other to see who can get the most sacks of the game. Well it was second down and on our side of the field, when I busted through their o line, I jumped over their running back that was trying to block me. I woke up with our teams medics staring into my eyes, I couldn’t hear them talking all I could see were there lips …show more content…
moving as if they were talking. I then realized that something had happened because I normally don’t get this kind of attention. As I laid there freezing I got my sense of hearing back and they were asking what hurt and I said my neck. I could not move neck. The thought of me breaking my neck seemed surreal to me because I was just up and playing a game, but it did happen. They were asking me if any of my family members were there, but sadly they weren’t. But then a longtime family friend who was watching the game came running onto the field and she took care of me as if I was hers. I was lifted into the ambulance and token to the hospital that in between Greybull and Basin. I asked if the game was over and they said “son you won’t be playing in the game because you have fractured your neck, you’re really lucky you didn’t break it.” They showed me my x-rays, and being a young boy I thought they were cool because I never saw a x-ray of any kind and I was on some stuff to take the pain away. My grandparents showed up and they got the scoop from the doctor of what had happened and they said that I fit were to happen again I would most likely have to quit football.
It wasn’t till that day when I realized that I needed my family and really close friends to take care me because after that I saw that even a close family friend can be considered your family through thick and thin. We ended up winning the game to cap off our perfect season, we went on to win our conference for middle school football with the same band of brothers who I played football with. To me they will always be my brothers because I know that we have got each other’s backs through anything. To close this awesome essay you don’t need actual family members to be counted as family members even someone that is a family friend can be considered your family. And that playing a sport you as an individual can form a brotherly bond that stays together as a
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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
Football has been a big part of my life ever since I was a little kid. I almost always tried to play football when I could with my brothers if they weren’t busy messing around. During recess in grade school my class would try to start a football game and I would be the first in to be picked on a team. My first time being on a “football team” was in little league my third grade year and I’ve never missed a year yet now that I am a senior in highschool and I’m hoping to continue it in college. Football made the person who I am today, it changed me in many ways and affected how I am as a person.
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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
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I remember taking a deep breath, closing my eyes, and listening to the silence around me. All of my hard hours of work and preparation were for that very performance. The lights shown on the freshly cut football field, the crowd filled the stands, and we were all stood at attention at the endzone. It was the home invite for the Kankakee Valley High School Marching Band and twelve other schools from all around.
It was time for the game to start and I couldn't wait through the whole game Packer where just barley ahead of the Lions. About two hours into the game my feet where starting to numb out from the cold but I couldn't leave the score was so close. The time was down to the last minute and Packers were ahead by a field goal as time ran close to the end people where leaving so we decided to do the same. The packers ended up winning I was glad they did but I still had a long walk back to our car in the parking garage we parked
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 in the middle of the summer and the heat was setting in on everyone. Baseball was the summer sport for the town of Pine Island. My team was so good that year that we got first in a tournament that qualified us for state. The first half of the summer, up until mid July, had been hot, dry, and filled with a lot of 13 and 14 year old kids that knew how to play baseball. We had a lot talent and were ready to put that talent to test in our state tournament. Not many kids are able to go through the thrill of going to state with a team that they love to play on. The morning of the state tournament we woke up, packed our bags with the sun half way over the horizon, and headed off to the state tournament. When we got to the field to play our first state tournament baseball game, we were thrilled. We arrived at an amatuer baseball team stadium ready to play Apple Valley. Walking into this stadium was like walking into and MLB stadium except with a lot less fans. Just being here was the coolest thing I could’ve asked for. After doing the national anthem and getting all of the butterflies out we started the game.
I believe that there is no fear because there is nothing in sports that you can not face for example, football my freshman year I was a little scared to play on the field and get hit or miss a tackle but I never showed it to my teammates or coaches but then one game my coach put me in and I remember getting the football and I ran for 30 yards until a kid from the other team hit me but then I went in again this time I was blocking and I see someone come full speed at me and just hits me..I fell on the ground hard but I quickly got back up and still blocked...The point is It did not hurt as much as I thought also we have protection, after that day I wanted to be in more I gained confidence and no fear through that experience. My Sophomore year came and I was more involved in football this year because I knew what I was doing and I was not afraid. I did not just have a fear of only football I
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
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