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. From the bright lights, to the crowd chanting and the band playing their hearts out. But for some reason, I doubted myself. Through all of the summer workouts, conditioning, countless hours of studying film. I felt as though I was ready to take on anything that came my way. On the bus ride to the stadium, I was going through everything I learned from practice in order to better prepare myself for the great …show more content…
That feeling did not get any better as my coach walked into the locker room to tell us, “It’s time to pad up.” As I strapped my shoulder pads the feeling of doubt and anxiousness grew more intense and I started to sweat even before walking onto the field. The first step out of the locker room, the bright lights hit my face and pierced my eyes. As my eyes readjust from the beaming lights, I hear the crowd get infinitely louder as we walk towards the tunnel. Now the feeling of doubt and anxiousness are at an all time high and I can feel myself questioning, “What do I really do this for? Who do I really do this for?” Just before I run out of the tunnel, my coach pulls me aside and tells me “Go out there today and get after it.” Those eight words instantly turned a switch on in my brain. From questioning myself and doubting myself, to now believing in myself and being ready to put forth one hundred percent effort in anything that I do. From that day on I have learned what it means to be put under pressure and how to overcome my self doubt and anxiousness that stems from that
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
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.
My senior year of baseball was quickly coming to an end. I knew the only games we had left were the playoff games. It was the first round of the state playoffs. We were the fourth seed, so we had to play a number one seed. I knew it was going to put our team to the test, but I knew we had a chance to beat them. We had a good last practice before game day, and I felt confident in my team and felt like we were ready for the game.
“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
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
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.
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.
Everyone has dealt with difficulties in understanding their lives and essentially making the right decisions, which we see through all the characters. In the story, every character was someone who faced many issues in his decisions with anger and regret. We learn how the characters express their emotions through regret and anger toward themselves and the people around them. The characters needed to undergo these emotions to show that it is a normal part of life and that every individual person has suffered through it in a certain way. The most crucial purpose of ‘The Five People You Meet in Heaven’ is that we are able to understand the emotions and experiences that Eddie is faced with.
My unforgettable senior football season was coming to a close. The whole team knew that this was the last game of football we would ever play together. After this game, it would never be the same. I had been waiting my whole life to experience what I was about to face in the next few hours.
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
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.
When I was growing up in Winona, Friday night was a huge part of every fall season. My father would drive me to the high school football games to watch whichever one of my cousins happened to be on the team that year. I am the youngest of eight cousins who played on the football team at Cotter High School, all at different times. I looked up to every single one of them, because playing on the team seemed like only a dream for me. What I did not know was that, “In the 2012-2013 school year, 14,048 U.S. high schools fielded teams to play 11-man per side American tackle football” (Jeffrey).
It was the beginning of my junior year in high school, it was the second football game of the season, and it was the first home game that all of my junior class was playing in our home stadium. This was all before the game, my uncle and godfather, a cancer survivor, a father to three wonderful kids, and the strongest man I know stands by my side as the announcer begins his introduction of the players and their honorees. I looked down the line, the entire