Personal Narrative: The First Football Game

crowd entering the stadium, in fact, the crowd was much more than we anticipated and expected.

crowd entering the stadium, in fact, the crowd was much more than we anticipated and expected.

Students, parents, and siblings filling up the block with cheers, everyone screaming out their preferred High School team’s name. I went straight to the student section upon arriving, it was quickly filling up, hardly any space to move. The football teams then got on the field and the Palm Desert side went wild, water flying everywhere and students stomping to add noise. La quinta were the first to score, running the ball with very few 9 yards to go, scoring in the first quarter. Although, Palm Desert tried their best to get back in the game shortly after intercepting the ball to make the Palm Desert side get overwhelmed with excitement and have the coach run and hug the player who intercepted. Halftime came with La Quinta leading 7-0, close

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

“JV Defense” yelled our coach, with time ticking down in the final quarter of the championship game. We were playing in the championship game against Portsmouth. We were both good, but we were better. We had played them twice that year, we won one and they won the other. We were in the locker room and about to walk onto the field. We walked onto the massive field, and as I looked around at the giant stadium with “tons” of fans in it. I could feel the stadium closing in on me.

Tailgating in the grove is my favorite aspect of Ole Miss, especially when the weather is as sunny as it was that Saturday. There was a feeling of excitement throughout the grove as students and families prepared for an afternoon of football. Being around rebel fans, I was reminded again of why I love Ole Miss. As kick off time drew near, I became more anxious to get to the student section. I had not signed up for the Rebel Run and was actually thankful that I did not have to run across the football

Walking into the stadium, was like a kid walking into a candy store for the first time. It was incredible, from the field to the seats, I loved it all. I was amazed at the size of the field in real life. I couldn’t believe it, I was actually there. We took our seats and waited for the game to start. I sat in the seat that my Poppy had always sat in. He had died almost 2 years earlier and sitting in his seat made me feel more connected to him. The game started and that crowd was electric. Being around other fans made me even more excited and energized. Adding to that feeling even more, was the fact that the Patriots won 55-31.Throughout the game, I kept looking up, down and around to fully absorb the environment around me. It was one of the greatest experiences of my

One fall morning, when the sun has not come and there is still darkness, I arose from my slumber awaiting the big day I would have ahead. While I am getting ready for the game, by putting on my pads, I get ready to step out my house and get ready for an intense three hours. As I walk to the car, I can already sense the coaches hollering, and the parents just hoping that nothing would go wrong. Each road that we pass and the closer and closer that I get to the field the hollering and the screaming become louder, louder, louder, and louder. Until they stop, as I step on the field, I no longer hear the hollering and screaming. All I can hear are the coaches getting us ready for the game that would happen in fifteen

It was that time of the year again, football season. Football is a sport in which I am very passionate about, I never knew I could or would be so passionate towards something, until one very specific game. It was a Saturday afternoon, the breeze was just right, the temperature was just right; not to cold and not too hot. Being the first game of the season I didn’t know if I was going to play or not. However, I was proven wrong Coach Smith hollered “Shawn!” I stood up startled at first and right then and there I knew that was my moment to shine and shine is what I did.

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

The time had come and I thought I had it but I was wrong. It was the last game of the year and it was one of the coldest ones yet. The coach called my name and told me to go out and play wide receiver. I ran out to my position and as I am running my heart sank as if I was on a roller coasters going down a steep drop. They told me the play and they were throwing to me and as I got set up my heart started racing. Then I hear “Down… Set… Hut!!!” I start running my route feeling the cool air hitting my face. I turn and see the ball coming way above my head. I put my hands up above my head and I feel the ball hit my hands and go flying. I felt so disappointed thinking if only I was bigger.

I recently went to Marist’s first football game of the season with Peyton (in our class) and Michael Cully. Mr. Yount was our teacher that day. I showed up early and helped set up the bus and the field with equipment for the broadcast. 30 minutes until the game Michael was showing Peyton and me the in’s and outs of the camera and we got to practice with them a lot. 20 minutes until the game Peyton and I were basically pros with the camera. 10 minutes until kickoff we start undergoing problems. Apparently even though the field was supposed to have Wi-Fi for us to broadcast, we didn’t get a single bar. So up until halftime Peyton and I were playing with the cameras while Michael and Mr. Yount tried to solve the

It was a brisk fall evening, and my seventh grade youth football team and I had traveled to Aberdeen to play the undefeated Chiefs. We had worked harder and longer than we ever had that week to show that we were a threat in the league and ascend from our third place ranking. We knew it was not going to be easy; the Chiefs’ team had the fastest running back in our division, and they had scored more total points per game than any other team in the Southeast Idaho Youth Football League. The field was neater and greener than we had expected in this town. It was a great day for football, and I was with all of my best friends. I knew going in that it was going to be a learning experience whether we won or lost that night because the Chiefs were

Last spring the Poland varsity baseball team made it to the state quarterfinals, and I was lucky enough to be a part of it. Before the season started we knew that our team was going to be special. Then was the season went on we showed it. Game after game we blew teams out, twenty to nothing, fifteen to nothing, we were a juggernaut. We had every tool at our advantage, we had hitting fielding and pitching. When our hitting wasn’t doing so well our defense picked them up, and when our fielding wasn’t doing well our hitting picked them up. We were a very hard team to beat. As the regular season came to an end our record was twenty-three to two. Then playoffs came around, and that’s when we really started to hit our stride. The first game of playoffs

I looked up at the scoreboard and the time read 8 minutes left. As I looked at the scoreboard I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. I had felt as if a fire was lit under me. My eyes opened as if I had just seen a ghost. I remember thinking to myself, “how can we lose this game?” I made a promise to myself that I would win 4 state titles while being at Battlefield High School. This was my sophomore year of high school and I had already won one state title, how could I give up now and let my dreams be crushed, I worked too hard for that to happen. In that moment I knew there was only one result I was going to walk off the field with, and that was with a win and another State Championship. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “My team needs energy. They need a leader.”