It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety
I will never forget that moment, when I caught the ball I took off, I juked to the left causing my other teammate to fall then I hit a spin move and cause another teammate to miss, I then ran for the touchdown. Ever since that moment the coach started me at running back every single practice and game. For it to be my first year playing contact football I excelled tremendously in our league gaining recognition from coaches that taught higher weight classes and also coaches from different
The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.
It made me realize that hard work and practice will help me make the team next year. Practicing was the key to making the team. Before the next tryout I went every night to go hit and field to get better. On rainy days or days my dad had to work later I would hit
I start to ask coach if he could put me in, but he keeps saying that I don't have enough experience. I'm about to walk out when he says that the star running back got hurt and I need you to sud for him tomorrow. The next day came I got dressed and I was ready to play.
Danny was running with the ball when my cousin Miguel kicked the ball away. “You are never going to make a goal on me,” Miguel yelled. That 's when the ball came rolling to Vincent. Vincent was getting ready to kick when Danny announced,“miss”. Vincent looked up and took a shot with the ball.
Football at the lot It was very sunny out the gang was playing football and darry was the person that protects the quarterback johnny was the punter he was a decent good punter but he needs improvement we could not be on the field he get beat up enuff so for know he is the alright punter. Two bit and dally where runners soda got bored so he just started to run around steve was a defender sumtime with soda when he was bored so when soda ran off dally would step in to play defense. I was the quarterback and every time i boced up a pass darry would yell at me that two bit was wide open then he would treten one more play like that I am QB. then we would play it for hours then all go home.
As a freshman, and a coach 's son, I came onto the football team and took a starting spot from a junior, who had started in that spot all of last season. There were quite a few players that weren 't happy with the decision, but I felt as if I 'd earned the spot. I knew that the only way i would gain their approval was to stand out. All season I listened to, "He only starts because he is the coaches son" but I tried to block it all out. The junior, who 's spot I took, took all his anger out on me in practice, taking every cheap shot possible while people weren 't paying attention.
6th grade football tryouts It was a humid day in the middle of August and football tryouts were tomorrow. It was 6th grade and I was really nervous,
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
While I was out they scored. My coach didn’t say anything, I was going back in but my dad and mom came over and grabbed me. I tried to tell him that I didn’t want to leave, but he still took me. I asked him why and he said,” We will find you a better
I knew I made a mistake and I ran as fast as I could after her. I was almost right by her side, so I twisted my body to face her and thrust out my leg to kick the ball away from her. I knew I was going to fall, because I often do and I put out my arm to catch my fall.
Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties.
September 5, 2015 in Lexington, Kentucky from 6:00 to 10:00 pm at Commonwealth Stadium I was observing my wide receiver coach during the Cajuns vs Wildcats game. I did not assist him in any way I just simply watch him do his job. The only way I could have assisted was by getting in the game and running the plays that he called, but I did not because I am a redshirt freshman who just happen to travel that week. I did assist the team by cheering them on and picking them up after a bad play.
but the ball was slippery for the quarterback and he keep on stumbling with the ball and he kept on fumbling but we tried to still get the ball back and they still got it back. They threw the ball right over us and there wide receiver caught the ball Still and we tried to play defense and we got beat every time.
