Personal Narrative: Being Part Of A High School Football Team

The worst day of my senior year all started one cold November morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table in silence. It was not because I had just woken up, but because I was focused. Extremely focused, the type of focus a person experiences from wanting something more than anything. There was one thing I was not expecting from that day, and that was feeling what it felt like to play my last high school football game. That morning I watched nothing but football, and studied film on the Palmyra Panthers. Being part of a football family was rough, especially since my father and uncle were superstars and played for big time college teams. Waking up every morning only to see newspaper clipping and trophies staring back at me, as I walked out of the basement door leading to the garage. I would get a heavy feeling right above my shoulders seemingly dragging me down all day. Fighting and working hard every day sweating profusely, it was if not a matter of how hard I tried,

We were scored on twice in the first-half by being passed on. This was unusual, especially after our team was complimented on a formidable pass defense that was compared to that of a F-4 Phantom squadron. The score threw everyone off, confidence was turned into despair. The locker room break at half-time is what is supposed to fix this feeling of emptiness, but we still felt as if something was slowly but surely being snatched from palms of our hands. Coming back out to the field the feeling was fresh the fans were there to cheer us on. Stepping on the field there was a different atmosphere, the wind had picked up, it was cutting through everyone like a sharp knife. It began to affect both teams, which made this battle of mental, as well as, physical. It now became a question of which team would allow the weather to break them. It seems as if all these feelings briefly disappeared as soon as the fourth quarter