I then got my height and weight measured 6ft 1in 221 lbs, which Is huge for a thirteen year old, but compared to all of the others I was underweight. I then began to wait for the coaches to call us up for warm-ups, my dad came up to me and told me this “ You have been training for this since February, you have put the work in and now you are ready”. As I was waiting I looked around and saw many very athletic looking athletes, many were bragging to each other about how they would definitely make the team. Lots of guys looked bigger, stronger, and faster. I could tell that I was the only one who was still thirteen.
When football season finally arrived, I found myself on the varsity team. I thought it was going to be a repeat of my past two seasons of me just being another benched player. But I actually started for more than half the season as defensive linemen. Even on games where I didn’t start, I was getting a lot of playing time. That really pushed me to be even better for my senior season.
After that year I told myself that would never happen again, so I started focusing on becoming a better athlete and trying to understand the sport. By eighth grade I was starting on defence and playing backup running back, which I did not mind at all. Playing the positions I liked, but then a team mate got
I said, “ I know that, and I want to be on the field”. So I finally moved to wide receiver,WR, and could finally play safety. Coach Minnich would come to me in practice and just say,” Couldn’t do this playing quarterback”.
My whole career first started from a sport called basketball. I was in 7th grade and we were aloud to do sports so i decided to be like my sister Yvonne and tryout for the team. When i tried out for the team i found out I didn’t make the team and i was kind of bummed, but when my Dad found out he told the coach that “ either Wilma and Yvonne join the team together or neither of them will’ and then we both were on the team. Basketball season went great if we were winning by a lot the coach would put me in only for a minute though.
One day five years ago my father asked me if I wanted to be the water boy for the Milton Hershey School football team. I said, “Yes”. So for three years I was the water boy. I once got cleated in the face. I had to sit down for a little, but then I sprang up as fast as a rabbit.
For as long as I can remember, my one dream has been to play major league baseball. Even though I know how much work it takes to make this happen, I wouldn’t regret it for a second. I have been playing baseball for as long as I have been able to hold a ball, but I know this dream isn’t going to be just handed to me. I know that I am going to have to continue working hard everyday but I am looking forward to it.
It was a hot Monday morning, a horrible day for any sort of athletic practice, however the football coaches thought it was the perfect weather. James frowned as he stepped out of the locker room. The air was sticky and he felt almost like he was trapped in a vacuum, it was hard to breath. The click clack of cleats on concrete signaled the exit of the rest of the team.
That is why I was the youngest Scout in my Patrol to become an Eagle Scout. That is why my Boyle County Football team won a state championship. That is also why I believe I need to challenge myself through the rigor required for this program has proven time and time again that it is the best. While, for example, part of my ego wants to boldly claim that no one else plays the position of lineman as well as me and that the team only won because of me, yet I know better. Instead, I surrounded myself with athletes whose natural ability may have morphed mine but they benefited from my desire and determination.
One sunny afternoon on June 6, 2012 we gathered at the neighborhood baseball field in Wizzy, TX. The neighborhood kids came and family members it was quite a lot of kids that gathered to play today. We started off picking leaders and teams dividing us up in even amounts and flipping a coin to see who hits first. We started the ball game and both teams were doing amazing with fielding and hitting. Then boom the drama started and nobody had a clue why Enrique and Birdie were fighting.
In August 2013 I had a shot to be great. I was a sophomore on the Junior Varsity football team at my high school. This scrimmage was different than my past scrimmages, I was starting for the first time since 8th grade. I spent countless hours in the weight room preparing my body this season. As soon as the scrimmage started, I knew my work was going to pay off.
so I just stared to do track and football. In football I did not do so well in tryouts I got a wide receiver and running back and I really wanted to be a QB. In track I did really good I got everything I wanted I had discus and shot put
Introduction It was the beginning of my 5th grade school year, and I decided that I wanted to begin a new sport. On the first day of practice, having never played the sport, our coach lined us all up on the field. Our team had a quarterback from the previous year that was returning, but he had no one to back him up this season. As coach Link stood back to examine his future team, unexpectedly, he pointed at me and said, “you are going to play quarterback”. Excited, reflecting back, it was one of the best moments of my life.
I told my mom that I wanted to be out there one day and she would be my biggest fan and cheer me on to victory. She said “ Sure Connor, but you go a few more years to go.” My father was energized for me to play football since he thought I would be incredible at it. My dad saw a future of me go to college playing football and being the first one in my family going to college.
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.