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As I walk in to the locker room the color of our orange jerseys is almost overwhelming. I close my eyes, tired of being nervous, and to my surprise all I can see are a thousand suns. It then comes to my mind that these vibrant, orange jerseys might not have been the best color choice. Maybe the idea was to tell the other team to beware. Nichole helps me put on my black face paint even though the heavy rain will wash it off. All of us are together in the locker room for the last time, listening for coach to tell us the line up of the game. As we head outside, I can tell everyone is realizing this is the last time we will ever get to play together. It’s a sad moment, but at the same time we’re filled with joy to be done with high school. It’s not the same feeling for those who just joined this year. Someone has to of had the experience of playing together for two years to fully grasp the game, and understand what it’s all about. This great game is called Powder Puff Football. It is a flag football game that puts the junior girls against the senior girls. This football game is a charity event. This past year we lost Mr. Leeder, who was a teacher at our school, to a car accident. In order to help, we have decided to give all the proceeds of the game to his family. If anyone knew the rivalry these two grades had with each other then they would understand how important this game is. I quietly, reminisce for a moment about how much these two grades of girls have not gotten along in the past. Both teams have a head coach and all the guy football players help coach as well. However, the guys do not help willingly. The school administration forces the guy football players to help with the game. The guys have tried for y... ... middle of paper ... ...ns. I can hear everyone cheering because we know we have won. The freshness of the air after the rain fall makes the victory much more enjoyable. The night is calm, and everyone is celebrating. We shake hands with our opponents, and only feel a little bit of resentment. After our victory, we head over for pictures to be taken. My eyes start to burn from all of the flashes as if I had stared at the sun for too long. We raise our hands to the sky to honor Mr. Leeder and his family. I know he would have wanted to witness our victory, and a part of me thinks he did. The trophy has so much shine I can see my reflection in it. The happiness I feel is incredible. I have never felt anything like it before. I begin to get a big smile on my face, jump around, and hug my teammates. I know it is just a game, but it is a great way to draw a close to our senior year.
The football players in Odessa were generally a wild party crowd. It was typical that late in the fourth quarter, when the game was in the bag, the players would begin talking on the sidelines about what parties they were going to after the game, what girls they were going to try to pick up, and laughing about how drunk they were going to get. They cared nothing for academics. The senior star running back, Boobie Miles, was taking a math course that most students took as freshmen. Many of the senior players' schedules consisted of nothing but electives. For the Oddesa footbal players, school was nothing more than a social get-to-gether, served up to them as a chance to flirt with girls and hand out with their friends. They knew that their performance in class didn't matter; the teacher would provide the needed grade to stay on the team. It wasn't uncommon for players to receive answer keys for a test or simply to be exempt from taking the test at all. Some didn't know how they would cope without football after the season was over. They ate, drank, and slept it. On the whole, these 16 and 17-year-old boys' identity was wrapped up in a pigskin.
Almost all high school boys spend every day of their four years in high school working towards a reputation of a strong, manly man. Quite a lot of teenage boys find crossing any line of manhood obnoxious and trivial even for the sake of humor and school spirit. Homecoming week is full of events that are life-long memories for any student who attempts to participate along his or her fellow classmates and friends. One of the most exhilarating occasions during Homecoming week is the Powderpuff game when girls play flag football and boys perform as their cheerleaders. Powderpuff is the one and only opportunity for the junior and senior boys in high school to act, dress, and dance absolutely inappropriately in front of basically the entire school for the three to five minutes during the halftime show of the game. Even the most uptight and seemingly tough guys of the junior and senior classes sprout out of their shells to essentially love the weeks they spend dedicating their free time and attention to perfecting their powderpuff dance routine. After all is said and done, there is no possible way that any of the boys can possibly walk away from the powderpuff game feeling as if they did not have an excellent experience, but the process of cherishing their memories is not only stressful but tests the limits of sanity of not only the boys but the girls that take the time to teach the dance routine. An unbelievable amount of effort is put into producing a seemingly faultless routine which includes recruiting the boys who want to dance, picking songs for the music collaboration, making up the dance moves, teaching the boys the routine, perfecting every trick and step, decorating outfits and costumes, and treasuring every second that one spe...
“‘Athletics last for such a short period of time. It ends for people. But while it lasts, it creates this make-believe world where normal rules don’t apply. We build this false atmosphere. When it’s over and the harsh reality sets in, that’s the real joke we play on people’” (Bissinger xiv). “Friday Night Lights” shows the darker side of high school football. Players are taught to play games to win, and thats all that matters. Football players are put under a tremendous amount of pressure, almost enough to be considered unfair. Even though football is a “team sport”, pressure on individual players is unnecessary. Some players have the burden of the team, the city, their family, and their future, resting on their shoulders. These players are put under pressure that is physically and emotionally damaging, not to mention future ruining.
Abstract: High school football in the state of Texas has become out of control. The sport is no longer played for the sake of the school but rather has become a Friday night ritual to these small towns in Texas. The players are no longer just high school kids inter acting in school sports but have now become heroes to these small town communities. Communities simply no longer support their local high school team but rally in pride of their hometown rivalry against another team. School administrators and coaches no longer are teachers and mentors for the kids but are the equivalent to what in professional football are team owners and "real coaches". Parents have become agents and sacrifice their jobs and homes so that their child may play for the right team. Finally the fans, the fans have lost the sense that it is just a high school sport and changed the game to a level of professional sports. I plan to prove and show that for all these reasons Texas high school football has become out of control. It is no longer the game that it was originally meant to be.
American Football is a huge spectator sport where offensive and defensive players will use teamwork and perseverance to try and score more points than their opponent. Football is highly respected in America, where boys will try and pursue the dream of playing in the NFL (National Football Association) someday; but if you look at an average neighborhood, you will find that kids and adults of all ages love to go out and throw around the pigskin. (Lerner and Lerner 275). One thing Americans will take pride in is the college and NFL football teams they root for. People sit down with a beer and talk hours upon hours of football and two individuals can get in a heated discussion in the local sports store of whose sports team is better. Surprisingly enough, one will find the most passionate football players at the high school level. Most boys will start their football career as a young child in football programs such as Pop Warner to get a foothold and to get those involved in teamwork and friendships. These programs are usually the start to someone falling in love with the sport and making it a career choice eight years later. Football is one of America’s favorite sports. When fall season comes around, people across America are placing bets, finding out where that new sports bar is, and buying wide screen T.V’s to watch NFL on Sundays. After their team plays, they will go out and reminisce what happened that Sunday. While thousands of fans are still pumped from the NFL games they watched; small towns across America are getting ready to shut down their shops and restaurants to have the chance to make it to the local high schools football game. Ray Glier, a reporter for the New York Times, writes about football in the small town of Appala...
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
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After winning this game, only having one more win the rest of their season, the Marshall University Thundering Herd headed to the locker room to celebrate their first victory as a team. More than an hour later, the team and coaching staff enter onto the field again to find that almost all of the community members had never left. Many made their way onto the field and all rejoiced as they finally had faith in the football team’s success again. Everyone still there feared if they left, then it might not be true. The energy in the air inside of the stadium in this scene made all of the players and community members glow. The sacrifices and pains that the families in Huntington, West Virginia had put up with, all seemed to clear their mind as all they could replay in their minds was that last play. By bringing families together that may not have seen each other since the crash, allowing families to momentarily forget the past, and giving the city something to be excited for, this scene clearly illustrates how the game played between the young men in this football program has more affect on society than meets the eye. The unity and familyhood that is present in Appalachian communities we know now were derived from moments like these, making college football the catalyst to the Appalachian community
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It was a cold cloudy Friday morning. The day of the most nerve racking championship game had finally arrived for the two rivalry basketball teams, the Kress Lady Roos and the Hart Lady Horns. Weeks and weeks of hard, aggressive, closely won ball games one after another. Only a little bit of time after that to get ready for the most important game ever; this is the game everyone has been preparing for. A ton of exhausting conditioning and an enormous amount of shooting lead up to this moment. Every girl on the Lady Roos basketball team feels excited, pumped, and ready for the game later tonight. Constantly thinking and feeling overly enthusiastic of what the outcome of the game would be like. We all had predictions of what we wanted the game to be like but it was up to whichever team wanted it the most. With all the confidence and motivation that we had that morning we just wanted school to be over with already. It did not end quickly though. School was such a drag. We all could not wait for that three-thirty bell to ring so we could hop onto that big, yellow, warm bus. Finally, the loud, annoying bell goes off. It was now, “Game Time”! Only hours away until we would play the game of our lives. As we approached the humongous school our opponents were already there. We did not want to even look at them when we walked in. We did not want to be discouraged by what kind of players they were. As the minutes passed by it was time to get ready. We could already hear our loud and passionate fans approaching the gym. We love our dedicated and supportive Kress community. As the warm-up started we all became very anxious and jittery but knew we had to shake it off and stay focused. As we had our last talk with the coach and said our glorious ...
For the past four years, the homecoming football game at my high school has been one of the most stressful nights of the year for me. Two weeks ago, I endured my last homecoming football game, and it proved to be just as chaotic as usual. When I arrived at the track to get my picture taken with the rest of my team, I was still putting on my black cheerleading bow and tying my Nike Sideline sneakers. It was cold and raining, but the bleachers were already starting to fill up an hour before the game began. It was the biggest game of the year, homecoming and the “Media Bowl” against our rival school Strath Haven; there were more people at the game than usual. As soon as my cheerleading team and I finished getting our picture taken, I bolted out of the stadium,
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Prior to this year, I had never beat my high school’s rival Copley in any athletic event. Every year for the past five years, me and my teammates suffered defeat at their hands. Until this year, the culmination of years of hard work finally paid off with two wins and the return of our rivalry trophy, the Golden Ball, to its rightful home. This made all of skipped winter vacations, after school practices, and summer open gyms worth it to finally taste victory. While high school sports may seem insignificant in the grand scope of life, the lessons it taught will help me throughout life. It taught me that hard work does pay off, even if the results are not evident at first. During my freshman year of high school I struggled mightily. I
“I am the star this is my year... my game,” she thought to herself; “the fate of this game is all up to you”. This was this biggest, most important game of her life. Scouts watching, many fans cheering for her and the rest of the seniors on the team. The nerves were building up. She was shaking from head to toe. She kept telling herself “It’s the same as any other game, you’ve got this Thia”! Truth is... it wasn’t. It was her senior game. The very last game she would ever play on her home field in her high school career.
My mind swirling with mixed thoughts and emotions, I call for the ball, jumping in to the passing drill my team is doing to help us warm up. As we pass and collect, we talk quietly to each other, giving words of encouragement on how we’ll do on the final game, the one that, if we win, will send us to the county championships and give us an opportunity to play in a tougher league.