Personal Narrative Essay: The Oak Grove Football Field

On my hunk of rusted metal long ago called a bike I rode up to the thing I once called home in the hot Louisiana sun. It was the Oak Grove football field. I slowly rolled up with my brakes creaking like the knee brace I wore, I came to a halt ready to start on my adventure once again. I strolled up to the field and everyone eyes traveled straight to me. “He’s back,” I heard someone whisper “What the heck is Jamie thinking?” “Jamie Stewart is the biggest idiot on earth if he thinks he can play again,” “Mister one hit wonder is back again to tear another ACL,” Hearing all of this I looked around and awkwardly I stumbled over to the head coach Johnson to ask where I should go. “Jamie, are you sure you want to do this? Some NFL players don’t come off of this injury and they are in peak physical condition, you’re only 17,” he told me with a glimmer of fear in his eyes I could tell he was scared for my health. 6 months ago I was the top running back in the state averaging 12 yards a carry, 2 touchdowns a game and 60 receiving yards. That was until the quarter final game against Delhi when our offense was on

“What do ya mean I on the practice squad I’m better than all of these other fools trying to replace me?” “Jamie I understand your frustration but you need to work your way to the starting spot just like everybody else,” replied the running backs coach, Phil Simmons, and oh boy he was right. 15 minutes in I hurled from hyperventilating and I was asked to sit out for the rest practice and instead, I rode my bike home. “Hey Jamie how was practice?” waiting with a big bowl of steaming spaghetti which was a delicacy for me because of her 2 jobs that paid her minimum