I started playing football in my freshman year of high school. I quickly went from freshman football to JV, and by the fifth game, I was the starting wide receiver for the Amherst Comets! In the first two seasons, we went 0 and 10, and something needed to change. Amherst hired a new head coach who changed everything in our program from top to bottom. Now with this new coach, I had to prove myself to him. I had fallen in love with football at this point. Knowing I was good just made me love it even more. Junior year was just this past year. It was finally our year for Amherst to get our name back in the conversation. The new head coach had expressed turning programs around; he knew how to run things and get the most out of his players. During summer practices, the tone was just different. We knew his coach meant business. The team morale was much higher going into week 1 as we had high hopes. But we quickly went down in the score and everyone thought it was going to be the same old loss. When hope was lost and we were …show more content…
It was our first win in just over 3 years at home, I guess you could say everyone was pretty happy when the students rushed to the field after the big win. We had something to prove this year: we are not going to be the laughingstock of our conference. We ended our years 3 and 7 and don't get me wrong we had our days when we just would get killed but that is what happens when we play in such a hard conference. 3 and 7 is a lot better than last year. Sadly though I had to have an injury that just ended my junior season, it was week 9 vs the best time in our conference by far. We stayed with them throughout the game. It was not even halftime yet when we were driving down the field looking to punch in another touchdown when it happened I had a nice grab for around 20 yards and some kid on the other team was just making a play and sadly when he hit me and I felt on my side I ended up breaking my
Freshman year of football almost drove me to quit football. The coaches drove us harder and made us work our tails off. That year taught me to work even harder than before. My sophomore year was even more taxing than the year before, trying to show the coaches that I belong and that I will try to beat the upperclassmen in anything that I could. Junior year I didn’t get to play varsity and that drove me to work even harder to get a starting spot for my senior year. By the time I got to my junior year, I finally got out of my comfort zone and I wouldn’t just take a hit, I would deliver one. And when senior year rolled around I finally got a starting spot on the varsity offense. I finished my senior season with one catch for thirty eight yards. High school football taught me to trust people; coaches, teammates, and friends. Without them none of it would have happened.
Ashton Schultz Mrs. Schmidt EN 102 25 January 2018 My Coach, the Bully Playing volleyball had been my passion and a source of joy for me. I began playing in third grade, honed in my talent playing with friends and teammates in year-round competitive leagues. I had dreams of earning a spot on the varsity team as a high school freshman. Going into high school, I was an athlete with high confidence but after my freshman year I started to lose interest and began to dread practice.
My sophomore year eager to begin baseball season, I've have so much detonation and disappointment from the prior year. The team and i had been preparing our butts off this off season. We were determined to break the curse of the baseball team. Out of the past teams no one never made it passed the fourth round and we were willing to do anything to change that. This was the year that we told our self's that were we going to make it the distance and nothing was going stand before us. We needed to be the team to recall as the ones who broke the condemnation and made it to state.
I loved everything about the sport, knew everything about the sport, and simply wanted to be physically involved with the sport. I signed up for my local football organization and greatly anticipated the start of the season. My first season our team finished undefeated, winning each game with ease. I played offensive line and enjoyed every play, finally being a part of the sport I loved. My coach at the time admired my hard work and dedication, repeatedly telling my fellow teammates that we should all aspire to have a work ethic such as my own. At the end of the season, my coach suggested I practice to become a quarterback. A quarterback is usually one of the skinniest players on the team, a trait I certainly didn't have. If I were to be a quarterback, I would have to lose at least thirty pounds and practice almost every day until the next season. As crazy as the suggestion seemed to me at the time, I gladly accepted the challenge and almost instantly began to work to become the best quarterback I could
“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.
Sadly, my family was going through financial struggles, forcing me out of the school zone I was destined to attend. When I discussed the situation wih the high school coaches they told me they would pick me up from my new house and take me to school every day; with the condition that I’d play football for them all throughout high school. Even though this was illegal I continued to go ahead and accept the offer. My first year of high school was so exciting that it went by in the blink of an eye. Sophomore year came and the clock ticked closer and closer to when everything would change. I started in varsity as a corner back but soon would have big shoes to fill as the team’s quarterback. Not only did this require skill and hard work but the ability and qualities of a leader as well. Ultimately, playing this position helped me acquire traits that would soon be necessary for success. That year was tough for us because the majority of the team consisted of inexperienced players, however the coaches knew I would be the one to lead the
In 2014 I was determined to make the high school soccer team. Every day at 8 am at the beginning of a dreadfully hot August morning, I would get to the turf fields for 4 hours and participate in “hell week”. After a long week, I made the JV team. I was never put into the game and felt like my hard work was put to no use. My sophomore year rolled around and I tried extra hard to impress the coaches. Anything and everything was a competition to make it to the top. By the end of the week, we all gathered around the paper that had names of the players who made it. I didn’t make the team. After tears and telling myself to move on, I went to the field hockey tryouts. I knew nothing about the sport and was terrified that soccer wasn’t my go-to
One December morning, right before Christmas break, I was talking with a friend when our football coach came over to talk to us. I really respected and admired my coach and we always got along very well. My coach told us he was leaving Melbourne Central High School to go work in California. I had no idea what to say. I was in utter disbelief I was barely able to mutter a simple "Good Luck". One of my goals for the upcoming year was to have a good football season, just for my coach, because I really felt he deserved it. Most days I would have lunch with the coach where we would talk not only about football but also life and current events. When he left, I lost not only a coach but a friend and mentor. I knew I would always miss him. I did not believe that his departure, however, would threaten my football career or my love of playing. I was wrong.
To say that football has been a big part of my life would be a gross understatement. I still remember when, in 2nd grade, I walked onto the field in my comically small gear and had my first practice. Now, senior year, the last game of my ten year career is over. Crushing defeat. Sedro-Woolley walloped our undersized team 42-6. After that game I cried. I cried not because we lost, but because football, for me, was over. Looking back objectively I should have been glad it was done, we were not what you would call a winning team. My senior year was the first time we had won more than a single game in years. But in that moment, and now, that is
I no longer played on a team with my best friends since childhood, I was no longer a fullback, and I was no longer a bulldog. I had moved across the street into the town that I had grown up wanting to beat all my life. Now I found myself in a blue uniform playing quarterback with guys I had only met a few weeks prior to our first game. I was a stranger, in the town I had despised growing up, leading a team that I didn’t know. The following year I expected to be better and it was for the most part. However, there was one team on the schedule that I was specifically looking forward to. That game was one of the most hard fought I had ever played in. It was a physical battle, and in the end my team emerged victorious. My new team that
My senior year of football was one to forget. High school sports are supposed to be the best time of our lives. It is a time where you make friends and create a brotherhood with your teammates. Football in particular, the sport that supposedly builds character and family. Of course everyone goes through hardships and has struggles; but overall, it is about building you up and not tearing you down. It seems that my whole football career was full of upsets and hardships. I can barely count on two hands the good times I shared with my teammates. From arguing all the time, to losing every game, to being dismissed from the team and having a young coach who has never played football; my football career was something I would never want to relive.
Sometimes the greatest coaches in life are closer than you expect. Sometimes they’re not even real coaches. They can teach you many things in life. The coach I am talking about is closer to me than you think. My coach is a very special person that I’ve known for about 14 ½ years. This coach is the best coach anyone could possibly have.
The organization which I am associated with you is Robert Morris University football team. The three people I interviewed were my coaches Mike Miller who is the offensive coordinator of the offense, Scott Farison who’s the defensive coordinator of the defense, and John Banaszak who’s the head coach of the program. When interviewing the coaches I was trying to see who was more like a leader or a manager. Therefore, I asked them some questions to confirm if their coaching style was similar to a leader or manager.
This motivated I to work hard in practice that next week. But I didn’t even get to play because we had all of our starters and probably because it was the last game of the regular season and we lost, but we still made the playoffs. First game of the playoffs was different I could feel it in the atmosphere. I had started for the first quarter because one of our best linemen said some disrespectful to one of the coaches and skipped practice so he was benched. I was getting whooped because I was going against some guy, who now plays at university of Miami and he was scary good. We lost again to the same team we played last week. The season was over I did way better than I thought, but still had a lot of room for improvement. Most of starters where seniors that, so I knew the starting spot was mine to lose. I still went to football conditioning but started to skip on days I didn’t feel like going and my coach would give me a hard time and he had every right to because looking back it now, I was hurting the team and myself by not being there I
...h school I wasn’t a great player. Re-involvement came fairly quick for me because a short year later, this year as a matter of fact, I was asked to be a coach for a local high school team. I was honored by the offer and of coarse I took the opportunity. The fact that my father was the head coach probably had something to do with it, but I was just ecstatic to be back on the football field again, even though I wasn’t the one playing. With this coaching position I’ve experienced a lot of new relationships. From meeting a whole new group of players to other coaches it’s been a learning experience and I’ve already built new friendships that I know will last a long time. But the most important relationship I believe I have built because of this experience is a better relationship with my father. In the past we have had our differences but because of football we’ve been closer than I think we’ve ever been before. Football has proven to me to be worth while. It has taught me dedication, determination, teamwork among others. Football has given me an identity of being a part of team and friendships I will have for a lifetime, especially with the person that means the most to me… my father.