On the Friday we moved in to Vail, at our hall meeting, our RA asked who wanted to do a flag football team. Most of us were interested and so our whole hall made a team. The games started in September and continued to October. They were almost every week. We did really well and won a lot more games than most of us thought we would.
Showing grit is a common thing for all people in sports, but one that has really stuck to me was middle school football to now. When seventh grade football started, Coach was looking at kids for certain positions and he said my name first. I instantly perked up ready to get any position on the team, but when he said I was playing second team center I was crushed. I never played on the line before. I was tall and skinny, not big and bulky.
It was a rude awakening to the reality of high school to be apart of this team as a freshman. In retrospect, I believe that my transition into high school would have been smoother if I would’ve asked to be on the Junior varsity. Although this would have hindered my growth as a player, it’s a sacrifice I realize now that would have been worth it. The commencement of this harassment came during the start of school at lunch, a couple weeks
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.
“A house is made of walls and beams… A home is made of love and dreams,” (William Arthur Ward). As teammates, we are brothers on that field, and we have to put everything out on that field together. We have to show love towards each other because without it; we will fall. We have to work together to see our dreams realized or we will be crushed.
At Carmel High school, Chandler Grey was the guy with it all, he was the star striker for the soccer team, he was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, all the guys wanted to be just like him, but, he was flunking, If his grades stooped any lower he would be benched on the championship game, and no one would want that. Ryan had a big Algebra final coming up and if he didn’t pass he wouldn’t be able to play in the big championship game. Ryan had been studying every moment of everyday, yet he still wasn’t confident he would pass. He knew the formulas and he knew the expressions, but something in the back of his head was screaming at him to study more. He felt as though the weight of the soccer teams future was on his shoulders.
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.
Being a Fantasy League Manager… It’s the tough that stay standing! The pressure boils as I have 30 minutes to pick my lovers, my family, my oxygen.
As a little boy I had big dreams of playing football. When I was walking in the halls of the intermediate and middle school and saw the high school football players with their jerseys on, they were like super stars. I looked up to them because I wanted to be like them. The high school football players were popular, they were happy, and they were important to the school. Going to the football games on Friday nights was the highlight of my week.
The whole game was like a battle in the middle of the field. The teams rarely got a scoring opportunity or could break through the other team’s defence. It was a cycle of running back and forth, your team having the ball for a few minutes, and then having to defend as hard as you physically could for the next few minutes. “Ball! I’m open.”
Our first practice we did the usual most teams do on the first day; we learned plays, got conditioned, and gained chemistry with teammates. The first day down and many more to come for this ‘learning experience’ of a season. Once the season got rolling and we got closer to our first game I was getting really excited and anxious to finally compete against other teams. The day came for our first game against Benton Community and we actually played better than
I was excited to see who went to tryouts to see how the team would work out together. The coach didn’t let me start but had let me play in the game later on in the quarter. I did the plays and wanted to prove I should be on the team they passed me the ball because I was open. I took the shot and made a touchdown.
I remember it was Sunday, October 2nd. My Aunty took me and my dad to my first football game. This game was the San Francisco 49ers and the Dallas Cowboys. The game was in Santa Clara at Levi’s stadium. This story starts from the day before the game.
Something that I am most fluent in has to be football. Many people love NFL football, but for it to be loved by woman, that is very odd. I often get funny looks by men, thinking she’s a girl, how can she love football this much? Most girls can 't tell you what just happened in a play, but I assure you I can. For years I loved football, but it was about sixth grade when I first started to like it.
“I love it.” Football, this is the best sport in the world. I have more passion for football than any other sport. The feeling when I soar through the air and grasp a hold of the ball, without dropping it makes me feel great. Impossible means describing the dynamic feeling of sensation when I see the other team 's ball in the air coming right towards me.
