Cheerleaders-Personal Narrative

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

They ran the ball to my side of the field, and I made a tackle that resulted in a fumble that led to us scoring. The crowd in the stadium were ecstatic, I had people calling my name from the stands. I was happy at the time, but knew it was to be short lived, because the game wasn’t over. Their was still enough time on the clock for them to tie the game back up. I was almost proven

After that, all the parents said “great job rebels.” This is one of my best experiences in baseball I have had. I got to spend time with my family and also my friends. We had a lot of fun while doing what we love. On the way back we got a text from our coach and he said,”that there will be a party at his house.”

Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end. After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over.

When it went in I turned around and looked at coach and he gave me the same nod he gave me before the game. We ended up winning that game and coach told me that he could see me getting better already. I had this nervous but happy feeling in my body. I was nervous that I still wasn’t quite good enough to make the team and I was happy that i’ve gotten better and coach realized that.

After the tryout the main coach announced, "Good job everyone. We will email your parents to inform you if you made the team. We have 3 to 4 spots. " When me and my dad were driving home I asked him if he thought I made the team. "I don 't know.

they thought my stories were so cool even though they were all bull shit. we ate lunch and had a great time on the bus then we arrived and the middle school field``. we were walking too our locker room and the other team walked right passed us and i saw him, the big boy. he was 20 pounds heavier and two inches taller

Our athletic director got wind and personally drove and picked me up and dropped me off at the site with the rest of my team. It was incredible to see someone go that far out of their way for some scrawny little sophomore who might have gotten moved up to varsity a little too soon. But, I wasn’t the only one would could tell a story similar to that one. That man instilled the passion inside me to try to be close to the man he

And I thought to myself “oh my god” because at the time, I was like 4 foot 7, and they were like 5 foot 2. I ran as fast as I could, to the end zone and I scored, and everyone went bananas, my whole team came dashing over to me, giving me high fives and shoulder bumps. But I just stood there silently, smiled, and thought to myself “Thanks

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.

During practice we did this drill for the starters. As I was sitting on the silver, cold bench, coach called my name. I was very surprised and my heart started racing. “Matty you will be starting forward now”.

My eyes were watery, I felt the same as the clouds, heartbroken and anxioused. I started to feel isolated and felt lonely. The winds started to dance, All of a the sudden a yellow yucky paper was flying around,I used my brawny strength to grab the paper. It was the Basketball tryout papers. My tears stopped and my nerve was cool, I was skimming down the papers and with massive, bold, classy text, it stated, “ Tryouts are in Brooklyn High School at 7:10 Saturday, must wear shorts and water, blacks are allowed!”

I was going up and down the streets hopelessly trying to find my friends house. I was so young and I was getting nervous thinking of the worst possible things that can happen. After about an hour of walking around I finally remembered something. The house has a lacrosse net in the front yard.

I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and

I was in the locker room surrounded by girls that I did not know. They all seemed to know each other. I began to feel like a fish out of water. When I found my friend, she led me out to the pool area where we waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. They were all chatting amongst themselves before the coach began practice.