Personal Narrative: UGA Football

It was opening night for our football team, a chilly night in September against one of our rivals, the Nickerson Panthers. The stands were packed like a can of sardines. Our team had been ruling the scoreboard all night, but now the panthers were in the red zone threatening to score. Three years ago we wouldn’t have had a chance against this team, but now we had the upper hand. Through the weightlifting program and improvement of team building, success is inevitable. Our football team is a great example of how hard work and great leadership not only pull a group of kids, but also a whole community together.

It was great talking with you. I always enjoy meeting someone from SC. Plus you are a Gamecock fan like myself. I went to the A&M game last year when they came to town. Hopefully this season is better than the last one.

The temperature rises in the warehouse-like building as six teams attempt to hit their individual pyramids. Five hours, lunch, five more hours, dinner, three more hours; repeat three days for best results. It’s June, and the season has just begun.

A time you felt triumphant with an accomplishment: When we won our first game against Mid Prairie senior year after going 0-9 the previous year.

This was my first college football game I been to and it was a great experience. I heard of tailgating before, but never actually been to one, until Saturday. I went to the tailgate and got to eat free hotdogs and also got a lot of free t-shirts and koozies. At the tailgate they were a lot of people walking around playing games, drinking and dancing, all before the game started. I left the tailgate a little early to go get changed for the game so I missed the parade leading into the stadium. I went back to my dorm and decided to head to the stadium with some friends. My friends took long to get ready so we got arrived a couple of minutes late to the game. We were planning to go walking, but then we saw other people waiting for the bus who were also heading to the game so we waited with them. All the busses said GAME DAY on them and were coming about every five minutes to pick up people. It wasn’t until the fifth bus that we got on because all the buses that were coming were packed like sardines. More

I remember the first time I set a goal, I was watching a college football game. Texas A&M’s quarterback Johnny Manziel was running down the sideline and the crowd was going crazy. In an upset fashion Texas A&M beat Alabama 29-24. That’s when I realized I wanted to play college football. I think with time,dedication, and persistence achieving any goal is possible.

Do you ever wonder how to play a sport called American football. Well if so, then you've come to the right person. On a football team you must give it all and then some, you can never give up/quit. On a team you don't say that they are your team you call them your brothers. You give them your best they’ll give you their absolute best. This is where the quote “ I got your number I got your back” comes in.

1.5 seconds. I had developed an automatic timer in my head, and when it hit 1.5 seconds, I was in trouble. It was physically and mentally agonizing playing quarterback behind an offensive line that was known as being the smallest (and worst) our state division has ever seen. On average, my offensive line would give me 1.5 seconds to throw the ball before getting sacked by opposing defensive linemen. During many plays, I failed to find an open receiver in my allotted time, so I ran for my life - trying to extend the play, avoid getting sacked, and most importantly, avoid getting hurt. I grew up playing wide receiver, but switched positions when our quarterback decided to transfer schools because he couldn’t handle the brutality he faced during

We left Garberville, CA at 5 a.m. We knew it would be a long haul ahead of us. I slept on the floorboard of the back seat of Holly’s truck for the first couple of hours. Holly was a funny outgoing and straight to the point person. Along with us were my Mom and Dad, Dylan(Holly’s husband) and there two kids Ashley and Clayton. Dylan was a tall red head that is always the life of the party. Ashley was a short dirty blonde girl that loves her horses. And Clayton, clayton was just like his dad a big built red hair with blue eyes and super outgoing. Finally were my parents. My Mom and Dad we both very active outgoing people who got along great with Dylan and Holly and their kids so we knew it was going to be a fun week in Winnemucca. We

It all started in 7th grade, our football team was at the time undefeated and we were in our second to last game. We were up by quite a bit and our team was feeling sanguine, our coach didn’t put too much thought into it, and called a run up the middle with our star running back Michael Lundy. He Got the ball and ran for Three short yards then suddenly tripped over a pile of angry, impassioned, irritable teenage boys. Michael had landed wrong and you could see by his expressions he was hurt, his dad came on the field and helped carry him off. We were forced to continue the game without Michael, which wasn’t all that bad because there were only three minutes left in the game. We the Philomath 7th grade braves had won our second to last game

Well, this is my first post and to be completely honest it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write, but I finally came to a conclusion.

In the beginning of the year I had went to the first football game against Jackson State. I went with a friend who is also goes to UNLV and I distinctly remember that we were excited for our first college football game. The drive there was long because the Sam Boyd stadium is on the other side of town but it turned out to be a nice bonding experience. The amount of reckless drivers trying to cut into our lane once they realized that they should have waited behind the long line of cars was atrocious though. It was no matter, for we were still pumped up for the game. The parking situation was not bad, considering that it is much more of a challenge finding parking at UNLV during the first month of school. The actual game was pretty nice even

It's always fun to do things I have done at other stages in my life and see different perspectives. I went to a high school football game. It's been years since I've done that. Took J, who I was excited to show how if he worked hard people could cheer for him. I'm just months shy of 30 and the coolest part of tonight for me was telling J to watch one the Tolton players check on and help up a player he tackled who was having trouble getting up from the opposing team. Sure talking to him about the running back chopping his feet or how the players don't sit when they aren't in, even on the sidelines, was good and important. But older me remembered that sportsmanship part, that lesson, more than anything else. Not sure, when I was in high school

“Oh I can’t wait for tonight,” I thought. It was Saturday, gameday, LSU was set to play Mississippi State in the first conference football game of the year. I got a call from my good friend Michael and I would go to his house to watch the late night road game. At around 6 that evening I get a call, it was Michael, “How long are you gonna make me wait?”

It was a bright and June, summer morning in Dierks, Arkansas, Blake and Kyle and I were going to the football field to work on some football so we could get better at it. We all thought this was going to be a beautiful and happy day, but we did not think it was going to be a nightmare.