The Football Team-Personal Narrative

This is probably the most popular and used play in football. This play requires that the running back runs off the outside hip of the tackle.

Football is back as the first preseason game was played last Thursday. With football coming back, so does fantasy football. Like a lot of people (myself included), you’re scouring the internet for rankings. There’s plenty of rankings out there, but none of them tell you where to take a defense. I am going to present my strategy.

September 20, 2011 was the day that everything changed. Practice that day was long and excruciatingly hot. My coach did not let me take a rest as I was the only full back we had at the time. Hit after hit, it started to add up and my world was spinning but coach told me to keep going, so I did. The very next snap my world got wrecked. My form became lazy because I was beyond exhausted and dehydrated, my head lead my attempt to break the tackle and the kid making the tackle lead with his head as well. Just like that my body went numb, everything was dark, my eyes were open but I could not see. I had no sense of where I was and where I was going. My name left me. At this point I did not know if I was dead or alive. This was the last time I was ever able to strap up and play the game of football. This is what happens to the millions of kids who play football on a daily basis. Somebody was there telling them to go back in even when they were showing early signs of a concussion. The athlete takes one more hit straight to the head out of poor form or exhaustion and then everything goes from bad to worse. These events take place at such a young age that the long term side effects can be fatal.

The 1st half of our game against Eagan didn't go so well, we were down 13-0 heading into the locker room at halftime. Losing the game was on everyone's mind considering we were on a 2 game losing streak, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I did my best to inspire my teammates and spark some energy for the 2nd half. I walked into the locker room and started physically lifting teammates heads up. During this time I was giving different thoughts of encouragement to different teammates, I could tell our starting quarterback was pretty upset after throwing a few interceptions and being scoreless up to this point. He was a sophomore, so knowing that I told him that there was no pressure on him, and that no matter how he played our team, the

My face and ears are bright red sweat dripping down my face. I see the ball come flying toward one of the players on the opposing team. I frantically run toward any one to try and block passes. I watch as our player scoops up the ball and runs down the field.

The sun embraces me by wrapping its rays all over my visible skin and the wind tickles me as it passes by to say hello. I wait for the track meet to beginning, living off hope that I can feel the ground curves in order to win this meet. I stand in my position, next to a cold arm that has already started sweating and a man talking about his many years of experience. I hear mumbling from a lady with a microphone so far away from me it feels so surreal, and a loud bomb that rattles inside my chest. I speed off, my bare feet hitting the ground with a strong

sports or how to play it and how they think wer are sensitive, overemotional, and useless plastic barbies that sit still, and look pretty all day. We all decided to play some sport. What sport? American football, not soccer.

It all started when I got grounded.I was in my room all bored just thinking. I was thinking about some of my past actions. One of the major ones that was still clear in my mind was all the times I've hurt myself over my dumb ways or decisions. The freshest memory was when I first started to play football. I was interested in being a quarterback. But back then when I was 8 I had this dumb way off throwing one. It was like throwing a bowling ball into the air. But the feeling of the balls grip made me forget about how I used to throw it. But I did have this occasional feeling when I threw it. As if my arm muscle was being pulled. But I didn't mind for as long as I could throw far and high I didn't really care. But boi I should have listened to

Once when I was in 4th grade, I decided I wanted to play football. By that time the season was already over, so I joined the team the next year. It was my first year and my coach said that I had a lot of potential. He said I had more than he’s seen in a long time of coaching.

I was just wondering what was going, coach. I've gotten everything done. I didn't come to SAU just for the academics I left the full academic ride I had to come here. I want to play football. I may don't know what my position due to the fact I had no choice to play everywhere because it was a team need. I'm not really sure what Navy, Quincy, or any other school that offered where they wanted me to play and didn't really care because I like to play. I'll be honest I could've transferred, but I stayed. I lost every game there, but don't regret it due to the following: I made a lot of memories, rarely left the field, and to be a role model. I encourage you guys to check out my film to see where I can best help you guys. If you watch my film you

I said “ok don’t take too long” then we finally started the game. it was 7-0 already he said, “wow you're good at football". I said “thank you too,”

I believe that most of my professors would look at me and think that I am active, but I think that they would be surprised to know about my football career. Having the chance to play professionally for the Canadian Football League, while taking 19 credit hours, would be something that they would probably be surprised to know about. In terms of traits, I think that they would find it somewhat surprising that I am naturally a shy person. In class, I like to stay active in conversation and participation because we may potentially be graded upon this. Outside of the classroom, I am typically more reserved. I am usually more focused on things that I need to get done in order to succeed, as opposed to joining a group of people for coffee and chatting.

One shivery shadowy December night at my football game, my friend and I got into a ferocious fight that I still remember to this day. It was on the football field where my friend Andrew traded words that I would never forget. A ghastly fight that I never thought would happen to me and my friend Andrew.

Football is a great sport. I also did football myself. When I was nine years old I joined the Tri County Hurricanes. When I first joined the team I was trash. I did not know how to hold the ball, throw the ball, nor catch the ball. When I was practicing at home and on the field I got better and better every day . So I got back on the field the next month and I out ran people, caught the ball, and I made the QB( Quarterback ) spot and wants we got done all you done all you can smell is the wet grass and all you can hear is the football players hitting each other back to back to back.

I’m not ready to get out of bed… It’s too early to get up, and my race doesn’t start till 11:30. I should get on the shower so I can wake up, but I’m not ready to have my last race of my high school career. In the shower, I began to panic about how life was moving too fast, and I told myself to calm down. I got out of the shower ran to my room and began gathering my clothes that I needed. I out my clothes on and my mom yells out “Marcus!! What do you want for breakfast!?” she said. I yell out “Oatmeal” and I go outside and I began to pray to all my ancestors that they can give them strengthen so I can bring honor to my family and village. I pray to my family members that passed away and ask them for them strengthen, plus,