I was done with all my ninth grade division games, and things were going well I was the star on my team then. I had Just finished with eighteen touchdowns in seven games. I was done with Monday and Thursday night games, onto the Friday night lights. My coach wished me a fair well as the Varsity coach called on me and a couple of my fellow linemen. He huddled us up and went on and on about moving up in rank, trying his best to be a motivational speaker. Basically, it was a bunch of bull on how we had what it took to play as varsity athletes, then what a big leap it was moving on to the next level. I was a little nervous after the game and leading up to the next day. Everyone talked about the game that day and congratulated me on the promotion, then it was around the time to get introduced to the life of a varsity athlete. …show more content…
Varsity guys somewhat respected their coach. After I realized that difference, then there was the locker room; it was a complete upgrade from what I was used to. Locker rooms are not particularly special, but this room had a smell to it. In case you're wondering-there is just a smell that every football player loves; one that just gets you going, at the same time this smell reminds you of your purpose of performing your very best day in and day out: you have to love the gridiron. Although I liked the idea of moving up there was a problem; a really big Problem the guys apparently did not like freshmen, so my first day of practice was a living hell.This guy found out very quickly that this journey was not going to be easy at all. In the weight room, I struggled early on and got the poorest spots from the older guys. While they sat back tickled during my episode of squirming under the bar; and struggled to rep out on the weights, but there was more to come my
When I found out that I was one of the captains of the Varsity Sideline team, I had a beaming smile and felt satisfied with my achievement. As captain, cheerleaders on the varsity and the JV squads come to me with questions and small issues, and I enjoy the opportunity to help them. I have become even more organized and mature because the coach looks to me for help. Being selected as lead captain has had many rewards, it gave me a boost of confidence and inspired me to campaign for other leadership
Johnathan and Travis had been giving me shit all week. There were two team’s JV, and Varsity. I just wanted to make JV. He said if I call your name stay with me after practice and if I don’t call your name be dressed and on the field by 4:30. I was so nervous after like 60 names of cuts they never said my name.
As an athlete I will continue to show my coaches the up most respect. Just this year, I have learned that being a coach is a tough job and that a lot of hours are put in to it. I never realized it until I came to the gym late at night and my coach was still here getting things prepared for our next game. As I observe, I will hopefully learn some different strategies I can use one day when I’m a coach one day. It will help me in the long run because when I become a coach, I plan to be the best coach I can be with many winning
My coaches pushed me and stressed how important grades was and making plays on the field was. He made sure we were well taken care of, fed and that we were giving back to our community just as much as it was giving to us. The school I went to holds a lot of tradition so the community was a major factor and wearing our school name around was like carrying the torch at the Olympics, you had to be on your best behavior and making sure you were doing something positive. My coaching career will be an image that will live with me forever. I hope to become a
The entire week was memorable but the last night we had for All-State was the most memorable to me. It was a Friday night in the big city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, when the stadium lights were shining down on Tulsa Union’s football field. The football players, trainers, and cheerleaders were at the stadium before anyone else. As I began to walk on the football field with my black Muller trainer bag around my body like a purse, I realized not everyone has had a chance like this. I was very proud to be able to stand on that field with other athletes from different high schools that were very vigorous in football. Before the game started, the west side trainers filled up the water and Gatorade coolers. Then we began preparing the football players by taping their ankles and wrists. The crowd started showing up in the stands and eventually we got introduced before the game started. By the end of the game there were no injuries in the game and the west side I had lost. When the trainers started packing the equipment we used during the game, there was an injury in the stands. The lady had broken her
By the time he finished his story he had all of us in tears. We had never felt so close to a coach and we were glad we was going to consider us as family. Practices were really fun after that every one worked hard but still had fun. The games went really well we only lost one game and won districts so now we get to go to
At the end of the three weeks the team had an inter squad scrimmage so the coaches could actually see how we performed in an actual game. I went into that scrimmage very relaxed and confident and came out feeling very confident and knowing that I did what I needed to do to make the team. The day finally came where we found out if we made the team or not.
When I first went to get my equipment I met my first coach. Coach Andy was a larger gentleman with a muscular frame. He had a bald head and slightly crooked teeth. He seemed very friendly when I met him and found out he had played football during his high school and college career. I also met the president of the pigskin league Mr. Kemp. He was fitting other players for their shoulder pads and helmets. While I was getting fitted he noted that I was a larger player and asked why I had not played high school football. I took the comment as a compliment and explained the story to him. I had also found out that my team would be the Cowboys. Through various conversations at the fitting, I found out that the Cowboys was the team in which late arrivals and new players were assigned. The Cowboys were considered the “misfit” team that had been thought of as the worst team in the league.
Although we lost the game, we had much to be thankful for. Our coaches were proud of us, and we seemed pretty pleased with our performance as well. My first varsity start had been filled with ups and downs, but overall it was a good one. Noah and I began to walk back to the high school, and we slugged each other on the back, grinning the whole way.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
I was well prepared; this year, I made the varsity team. This year was quite different, being in varsity involved competitive training and playing. Every time I wanted to take it easy, I would think about our coach. He must have endured so much to get to his level of competency. Everyone else on the team must have felt the same way. With our teamwork, we made it to state, and it was my first time to advance to the state soccer competition as a player. The moment we won the first round of state games, we were all filled with joy. Everyone hugged together and celebrated our victory. We even ice bucketed coach
I played on both sides of the ball and had a very productive season. In my sophomore year, I was selected to be on the varsity team. Coach Scarpelli gave me the opportunity to practice with the varsity squad, suit up for varsity games, and play in the weekly JV games. In the spring of my junior year, I went on a strength training program—my dad hired a personal trainer, bought a weight set, and put me on a protein shake diet.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
Everything we did, we did hard. The intensity level was through the roof. It was all to prepare us for our first game. For me it was my first varsity game in my life. It also was my first game since two years ago when I played my freshman year. When the game finally came my I didn't get much sleep. I was so ready and my blood was pumping. When the first play was about to happen and I was on the field my adrenaline was going. I was more nervous than I have ever been. We ended up losing the game but it was a very close and good game. It was the most intense thing I ever went through in my
These guys were fast, they could hit hard, and all were equally as strong as I. I was nervous at first because I did not want to make any mistakes. It was like the first day of high school practice all over. I was not even sure of where I was going to be playing. I just knew that I was going to be strapping on a helmet and shoulder pads. The first weeks of training camp flew by. I was freshman player of the week the first week. I continued to impress the coaches and earned a spot on the traveling varsity