The player strides onto the field. Left foot, right foot, and another pounding left foot. It is up to the player to make the finishing play in the ultimate showdown between the two teams. The player can feel the immense pressure building up as the crowd keeps shrieking and rooting for him as he tries to carry the team to an unlikely win as the clock keeps ticking. It is either win now or go home a loser because it is the terminating championship game.
It was Nov. 10, 2012 in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. More than 100,000 fans packed Bryant-Denny Stadium waiting to watch their unanimously-ranked No. 1 Crimson Tide annihilate another opponent. After all, the Tide were led by head coach Nick Saban, one of the best in the business, and only one of their wins on their way to a 9-0 record was by less than 19 points. In come the upstart Aggies from Texas A&M, led by a talented but very young freshman quarterback, who had just begun making noise around the country with his exciting and controversial style.
It was a hot, grueling day in my hometown of Midland, Texas. The temperature outside was one hundred and two degrees with about thirty percent humidity. As the final school bell rang to signal the end of the day, hundreds of students rushed outside into their vehicles to turn their air conditioning on. The football players all migrated towards their locker room. It was the beginning of hell for the Midland Lee Rebel Football
“BLUE – WHITE –BLUE – WHITE,” shouts from the stands at the most awaited game of the year, the homecoming game. With support filling the stands from students, parents and fans alike the 2013 Rattler football team takes the field. Although a big part of the traditional homecoming game, football is not the entire reason we gathered this year in “The Snake Pit.” One of the utmost exciting moments of the year approached as halftime began, crowning of the homecoming queen.
The drum major’s voice rings out, sharp and clear in the tense silence. We hear her call us to set, and we freeze. The band is across the field, standing a block, every member leaning forward, forming the same angle towards the ground. We are lined up from the 35 yard line to the 45, lying on the wet grass as if we are asleep. We are perfectly still, then suddenly we rise, kicking our legs in unison.
It’s Friday night and the St. Rita football team is playing Mount Carmel in our homecoming game. Everyone is cheering and having a great time. The St. Rita football team is winning and everyone is exited. As I look around and see how much attention the football team is getting, and how when people think of St. Rita they think of our sports teams. How we have a great sports program.
Fans slowly forced their way out of the stands, with mobs of people cramming their way into the stairwells. As the Navy football team’s shouts of victory rang throughout the stadium, the message to be a faithful fan and experience different things, despite the inconveniences, also rang loud and
When writing a literary argumentative essay, I will need to choose a story and the topic from the story that I agree with and find reliable and credible sources to research and cite to support my thesis. In, Charlotte Perkins Gilman 's: The Yellow Wallpaper, for example one could argue as to whether the wife really had a psychological problem that her husband, a physician, was trying to treat, or if being confined and isolated drove her to
Longtown, Ohio is one of the only places where races didn’t matter two centuries ago. Interracial marriages were happening here without argument or trouble. This system of liberty and freedom of the races was founded by a freed slave from Virginia named James Clemens, who later became a rich farmer, but this system is close to being abolished because of the decrease of the original Longtown population. Their places are being taken by whites and they are also purchasing their property. This will eventually move out the people of Longtown and be a city of whites.
The sun shimmered, bouncing off the grass like a reflection from a mirror. The stands were packed at 5326 Willow Lane sports complex aka: Braves Feeding Grounds. The musky scent of sweat filled the small huddle, but nobody seemed to mind. In all white, the braves stared intently at coach Brett Bastian; waiting for the motivating speech that was sure to come on our biggest game of the season, braves vs wolves. In place of the electrifying peroration we had become accustomed to, Brett would deliver a life lesson that would long outlast my soccer career.
The cheers from the crowd and teams, and the adrenaline pumping through our veins. The chalk lines are drawn, the field has been dragged, its time to play now. Nobody knew about the pressure we felt for that game. Not because we weren 't confident, because we were. It was because we knew that the people around us, including the coaches, didn’t believe we could do it.
People rebel when no justice being served. It is understandable why people act a certain way. Have you ever loved someone more than yourself? A person is your biggest pride and joy to be safe? Can you imagine how it feels to no longer have your pride and joy with in a split second, due to the way they look?
I was feeling the dirt beneath my cleats, the damp coldness of the air. I stare down the pitcher like a sniper getting ready to take the shot, and take a big breath like a diver preparing for a dive and enter the batter's box. The pitcher winds up and hurls the ball. As I watch it and judge it, I decide to let it go by; “ball one” says the ump. The catcher throws it back to the pitcher and the elaborate dance begins again.
There's no doubt that Friday is the most anticipated day of the week. The promise of a fun weekend, the chance to catch up on some sleep, or do absolutely nothing are just many of the freedoms the weekend offers. However, this freedom is only brief as we return to our monotonous jobs, but what if we did not have to return? How would humans as a civilization function with this new found freedom if we had autonomous robots and artificial intelligence(AI) doing the “less desired ” jobs and task instead of us? With the advancements in autonomous technology we may soon find out.
The poem The Road Not Taken has been misinterpreted in many ways. For started the poem is about a person whom was walking down a yellow brick road. While the person is walking down the road he or she notice a split between the road leading through two different path. The person decided to make a choice by looking as far as he or she could through both road and chooses the one that was less traveled by.
