Going To My First Football Game On the morning of October 8, 2011, I got out of my bed and was pouring a bowl of cereal when I heard hyperactive screaming and jumping. The high pitched screams and what I discovered as what may only be described as bunny hops came from my sister who had just finished talking with my dad. I went to talk to my sister and dad to see what happened. “We are going to see Virginia Tech play Miami tonight!” they both squealed. I was oblivious of what to expect as this was my very first football game, but it will be a memory that I will soon never forget. Later that day, we were getting ready to go to the game when my sister noticed that I was not as excited as her. She asked me why I wasn’t thrilled. I simply responded what she already knew: I don’t like football. I was not fond of the sport back then, for it was not appealing to me. I was by far more of a soccer guy. …show more content…
I looked out the window of the car to see thousands of people wearing Virginia Tech t-shirts and also the occasional green and orange “U” for Miami fans. I soon heard my dad screaming for excitement that he had finally found a parking spot after driving around for twenty minutes. We quickly got out of the car and started walking towards Lane Stadium, home of the Virginia Tech Hokies. After we got inside the stadium and found our seats, we noticed that cheerleaders were already on the field. They split into two, went to other sides of the field and got out large signs that said “LET’S GO” and “HOKIES.” Then they held up the signs and the roar started. Everyone on one side of the stands screamed at the top of their lungs, “LET’S GO” and the other side screamed with equal intensity, “HOKIES.” I joined in this senseless cheer as I was getting more excited and excited. I thought it could not get better than this when the real roar of the crowd
We were walking in the tailgating section right next to the stadium and we could see the huge Panther logo on the side of it. It took a while to get in because the line was extremely long, but the fans were screaming and yelling. The music was playing while the players were warming up. They played songs like Thunderstruck and Back in Black.
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
Fresno, California Easterby Elementary School , recess time, and the day of “The Kickball War”. The time was a quarter till noon, teacher still teaching, as every student begins to pace their feet up and down from sitting in their seats with such excitement. As I stared straight at the clock waiting too see the long hand line up within the short hand to strike 12:00pm, Tj tap my shoulder pointing out the window nodding his head while leaning toward the basket with all the sports and recess equipment. I knew for a fact what that meant, so I occasionally gave him a huge smile and nodded my head back at him, while slowly moving my lips to say the words “Kick ball”. Seeing how the time was near to head out, shortly, and without any hesitation Tj tied his shoes to prepare to dash right out the door! I felt my heart racing with such
I will not forget the first time my wife took me home to meet her parents. To break the ice, I asked her dad which team he supported. "West Ham" (Cubs) he replied. Which was obvious as he lives in London (Chicago). So I said "I bet it's exciting when you win a match (tournament)." "I don't know," he replied. "I've only been supporting them For six seasons (ten seasons)."
As I looked at the scoreboard all I was focusing on was the running clock…25...24...23...22... "One last play and this things over" I said to my teammates in the huddle. "The easiest play in all of football baby!" RJ exclaimed to me. 18…17…16...15 I ran up to the line, a sigh over relief came over me. I knew I did it again. "HIKE!" And all I had to do was take a knee. 12... 10.... 8... 6...4...2...1. Game over, 55-49. In my head all I could think about was the MVP of the game: ME.
It was the third quarter of a very intense game, the score was 8-6 we were winning. Both teams were relying on their defenses to stop the opposing offense and in our case to score. From what I have heard through the “grape vine” is that the offense of North Central isn't the greatest, but we have one of the best defenses. The stands, like every other junior varsity game, had only a handful of people in them. Most of the die-hard fans were either family or girlfriends. Unlike the North Park Vikings, who suited up over 60 players in their royal blue, our junior varsity team had suited up about 29 players total. Out of those 29 select few, only 13 were on the defensive side of the ball.
Fast forward 33 years and the Pageantry of Football began in college football in the Bowl game era. College football bowl games have evolved from a small gathering around one city to over 30 locations throughout the country and even the Caribbean adding Jamaica. Each location adds their culture and pageantry to the mix such an example is “The Tournament of Roses welcomed 3,000 spectators to its first parade filled with orange-blossom-bedecked, horse-drawn carriages. More than a century later, the parade floats are a marvel of state of the art technology, all tucked away beneath flowers and other all-natural materials. Every New Year, visitors experience the beauty of the floral floats along with spirited marching bands and high-stepping equestrian units along the 51⁄2 mile route down Colorado Boulevard.” Traditionally college football has showcased large bands that parade around the field to provide halftime entertainment. Some colleges have military precision in their alignments and formations, others have dance teams and cheerleaders to the halftime showcase. Collegiate students spend countless hours of practicing and perfecting this halftime show. Some universities where the football programs are not very good the bands and cheering squads have become the mainstay of the football event, and will offer full scholarships to its band members.
One thing I did learn, however, was that I definitely did not belong in that stadium. Being there as a health care provider I was able to observe unnoticed, but I had nothing in common with the football fans around me during the game. Even some of my coworkers had trouble containing their inner Arizona football spirit and I found them yelling along with the spectators on multiple occasions.
The people sitting out in this audience tonight have also greatly impacted our lives. Every person in this enormous stadium has given us encouraging words, helpful advice or tough criticism. The support our family, friends and teachers have shared with us is invaluable. Their caring and dedication have helped us get here today.
My first varsity high school football game. It was at home on Thursday night. I remember feeling very anxious and nervous along with a lot of doubt in my mind. From the day I signed up for football in Eighth grade, I always knew I wanted to compete at the highest level I could. Varsity football was the level of competition I always wanted to reach.
In the cool, crisp autumn air, my childhood was woven with the memories of football; it was its excitement, its comradery, and its intensity that shaped the cycle of each of my days. From the moment I could grasp football, my world became a tapestry of practices, games, and bonding moments with my father and brother. I will forever remember and cherish the memories of rooting for my family's favorite football team, the New York Giants, while enjoying pizza and nachos with everyone at my grandparents house. Picture a skinny, fourth-grade kid, adorned in a football jersey that was slightly too large, with a smile that stretched from ear to ear, ready to take on anything. That was me before the first game of the football season, against Apalachin, one of the toughest teams at the time.
The anxious crowd, shouting “Let’s go Pioneers!” adds a sense hometown pride. Football games smell like nachos and cheese covered with chilli. The cheerleaders and band hyping up the student section while they go insane on some silly string.
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.
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.
At first my anticipation was low, considering the fact that my attitude towards anything is dismissive, and because I never hear anything good about the football team. It was my first time ever going to a high school football game during my high school career so I truly did not know what to expect. I found myself gazing, watching everybody settle in, even noticing the aroma of nachos and hamburgers