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. I told my mom that I wanted to be out there one day and she would be my biggest fan and cheer me on to victory. She said “ Sure Connor, but you go a few more years to go.” My father was energized for me to play football since he thought I would be incredible at it. My dad saw a future of me go to college playing football and being the first one in my family going to college. In the fall of 2009, my dad picked me up to take me to his house for the weekend. That morning we drove around to his friend’s houses. He spent time with them and I played with their children. My dad was drinking and became drunk. We started to head to his house when the accident happen. This accident forever changed my life. My dad nodded off at the worst possible time and we …show more content…
I had to go get a physical done to be eligible. The doctor that gave me a physical recommended me to go see a back doctor with my herniated disc that I got a few years ago. A few weeks have gone by since the physical when I went to go see the back doctor. During that time I had been practicing with the team. When I seen the back doctor he told I needed to stop playing football. When those words came out of his mouth my heart stopped and fell out of my chest. He told me I was not allowed to play more for anymore and in fear of me getting paralyzed from the waist down. I lost the chance for possibly earning a scholarship to go to help pay for
It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety
My dad had plans to go skydiving and told me he wanted me to go with him after what had happened the night before. My dad called my mom in the morning to talk to her about what I had done to make sure she didn’t wake up freaking out because I wasn’t there. My mom didn’t answer her phone so my dad left a voicemail. It was around one-thirty in the afternoon and my dad, his friends, and myself were eating at a restaurant before we headed home. We had just ordered our food when my mom called my dad.
I will never forget that moment, when I caught the ball I took off, I juked to the left causing my other teammate to fall then I hit a spin move and cause another teammate to miss, I then ran for the touchdown. Ever since that moment the coach started me at running back every single practice and game. For it to be my first year playing contact football I excelled tremendously in our league gaining recognition from coaches that taught higher weight classes and also coaches from different
When football season finally arrived, I found myself on the varsity team. I thought it was going to be a repeat of my past two seasons of me just being another benched player. But I actually started for more than half the season as defensive linemen. Even on games where I didn’t start, I was getting a lot of playing time. That really pushed me to be even better for my senior season.
My dad’s best friend had saw me looking for my dad. He came over to me and he took me to the stairs along with a big group. He had told me, “go on, I will find your dad.” At that moment I wanted to go help him find my dad because he has done so much for me and I owe him.
I told him it was terrible, I was the only one of my friends that didn’t get a helmet. He asked if I had worked as hard as I could during the preseason, and I couldn’t come up with an answer. I went to my room and cried that day. I felt like the world was ending because I was worse at my favorite thing in the world than my friends were. Once I settled down, I told myself I wasn’t going to be discouraged anymore.
I said, “ I know that, and I want to be on the field”. So I finally moved to wide receiver,WR, and could finally play safety. Coach Minnich would come to me in practice and just say,” Couldn’t do this playing quarterback”.
Texas is known for its agricultural landscape but most of all by Friday night Football. In small town communities like Dimmitt being on the varsity team is a big deal. Being moved to Junior Varsity football after making the varsity team, put me in a position to contemplate my loyalty to the sport and to the coaches I felt betrayed me. It's the first day of two-a-days, and I was put on the varsity team for middle linebacker.
I was certain I was bound to play a great amount because I was sure the coach was not insane by playing the same players all three games. It was Tuesday night and the coach gave the starting line up before the referee blew the whistle. Yet again, my name was not mentioned, I was going to be sitting on the bench with my sweater on. The referee blew the final whistle. I was going to all the practices, giving it my all and once again I did not play in the game.
In the seventh grade I played football for the Brockton Ravens. I really wanted to play starting Wide Receiver, because my favorite football player is Randy Moss and I wanted to be just like him. I used to watch all of his highlights, games and interviews while he was a pro. My first year playing I was on the bench and I wanted to
Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.”
The start of my freshman year was a thrilling experience for me. To start out my freshman year I made the schools Varsity soccer team, a huge accomplishment for me. However, I was naïve to the coming situation to myself. I was on the path to continuous harassment from teammates as I was surrounded by seniors. Many of the seniors had egos, full of themselves in every aspect possible.
He confronted my dad and told him that he believed I had what it takes to play in a more competetative league, Lacrosse Northwest. He told my dad that his daughter, Galena Clark, had played with the Rippers before and had had a wonderful experience. At first, my dad was hesitant about letting me play at such a competative level, but after talking to me about it, he realized that lacrosse was something I truly loved and wanted to become better at, so he let me sign up for tryouts for the 2017-18 travel team. Of course, I was excited for this, but I was also extremely nervous, so I did the only thing I knew would relive the stress: I started going down to that little green-gray wall and playing wallball almost every day, just like I had done in the offseason. I worked on everything I knew I needed to improve, especially using my left hand to pass accurately and catch confidently.
I started to think I won 't be able to accomplish the goal of making it in to the NFL draft as I worked so hard for. I wondered if this would be my last football season ever. The medics came out with the stretcher. I tried to come to my feet so I could at least walk off the field, but I ended up falling and not being able to stay up on my own.
So, I blew off the injury like it was nothing and slept with it broke for a couple of weeks. After having enough of the pain, I decided to go to the hospital about it. The result of the collision was a broken collar bone, that according to the doctor could go into my lung and puncture it if I ever played football again. Little did I know that God had a greater plan for me than being a football playing sergeant body