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.” Fast forward to the Fall of 2014, and I am in my 3rd yr in football, and I was killing it. I was starting cornerback, andwe won a championship.
My First College Football Game Clemson vs. NC State was the first college football game I had ever gone to; I remember how excited I was to watch Clemson beat NC State. My step sister Emmaline was a student at Clemson obtained six free tickets that would normally cost five-hundred dollars. My family and I had just driven four hours to watch our favorite football team compete. I expected Clemson to win with ease and was thrilled to finally see them play. Little did I know that it would be filled with new experiences, intense moments, and even become a yearly family tradition.
He improved his skills as a football player early on by practicing with his brother’s, dad, and childhood friends at an early age. Peyton’s passion for football he says was instilled in him by his father. He would listen to all his dad’s games at Ole Miss and New Orleans to study by. Like most in high school Peyton played football, baseball, and basketball. By Peyton’s sophomore year in high school he was talented enough to be the starting quarterback.
All I hear is the crowd roaring. And all the sudden i’m hit out of bounds for a gain of 48 yards. Half time hits as the score is Dallas 28 and Patriots 34. Coach starts talking about the game and how we need to make a comeback, but all I can think about is the expression on the defender's face. The anger and tense on his face was unbelievable.
My father and grandfather were the only ones in his family that enjoyed watching football. My grandmother was a large critic of the game and loathed football in its entirety. My father would go out and have a big lunch with my grandfather every weekend to watch football without having to about my grandmother turning it off. My mother’s love for football did not begin until high school. She was a cheer leader in high school and would cheer for her team every Friday.
To end, my personal experience with football has been rough and has been smooth too. I started playing football when I was five and when I was seven and started on my flag football team, I loved it. I started at running back along with Dane Anden and we tore up the league, we were the fastest on my team, and we were the MVP’s of the championship that year. The year after that I suffered my first concussion. I missed a month of school and missed all of my wrestling season.
This past week, Josh Norman, an immensely popular and talented football player, became a free agent and decided to sign with a new team. That new team just happened to be the Washington Redskins, who rewarded him with a guarantee of over 50 million dollars. What I don’t understand, however, is how a professional sports team is called the ‘Redskins’. Growing up, I have always been a huge fan of sports, both as a spectator and a participant. Starting in the 7th grade, we were required to wear a shirt and tie to school the day of a game.
When I was younger I was a great football player. Everyone knew who I was because I was so fast and quick. It was like I was a god how everyone was calling my name as soon as I got in the gate. I was so good that even the other teams knew who I was not saying they liked me but they know what I’m made of. The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game.
Thousands of U.S. Citizens do crowd the streets, holding the American flag, singing songs, and giving out flowers. Mainly, on every year I call my grandfather, we talk about the war he endured and how is day is going. One thing my grandpa says every year is “Don't take anything for granted, everything can change in a blink of an eye” Though, he now has metal everywhere in his legs and gets very clumsy he is still extremely funny. Sadly, since America’s freedom is vast, many Americans forget some of the everyday values. In conclusion, Memorial Day should be a day for all.
Hunting had become a major part of my life and I did not even have my license yet. When I turned six my dad decided I was old enough to take the assessment. I was thrilled and three long days later I was a licensed hunter. Every year my dad’s friend, Tom, from Columbus would come down to Oak Hill and hunt with us all week during the deer season. I was not allowed to go everywhere Tom and my father did until I was older but just being around them at the house was very entertaining to me.