Personal Narrative: My Love Of Football

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As the Nike football spun through the air on a breezy fall day, all I could hear was “catch it with your eyes”. At 3 years old I could not understand what my dad actually meant when he said that.
Every Sunday afternoon at halftime of the Dallas Cowboys football game, my dad and I strolled outside and threw the football around. Together, we would run all of the different patterns that we had just finished watching on television. I shared a bond with my dad that no one else shared with me, and that was the intense love of the game of football.
When I began to play more organized football, my parents were always fully immersed in all of my football experiences. I played for the Hills Pride Police Athletic League team from the age of 5-11 as my dad served as my coach for all of those years. My mom, while not an avid lover of the game, was my number one fan on the sidelines and in the bleachers. After every play I could hear my mom screaming, “Go Pride. Move that ball!” At times it was embarrassing, especially when the team would commit a turnover or a penalty, but that was just my mom’s way of showing that she supported me and our team 100%. Whenever I would run or receive the ball for a touchdown or a complete a good play, I could hear my mom yelling and screaming for me. As I ran back to the sidelines, I would get chills …show more content…

Despite the team’s losing records, my parents were always behind me giving me the will to push forward. In the beginning of my 8th grade year, I had the bad luck of breaking my wrist before the season started. While I would still attend every game, I wondered to myself why am I was putting myself through this torture of watching the game on the sidelines, but my dad would remind me still to “catch it with your eyes”. When my father stated that phrase to me, while I wasn't participating in football games due to my injury, I was completely

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