The stadium was as packed as a can of sardines, with everyone smashed up against each other and not one seat left open. Many fans relaxed on the lawn just inside the vicinity, watching the game on the big screen while resting on blankets. Tons of people got lost on their way to their seats, the area was so large. Not even Louis and Clark could have found their way around without assistance. Just about everyone had come to see Navy’s last home football game against Southern Methodist University on Saturday at the stadium next to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland.
Particularly this 3:30 Saturday afternoon game had brought a larger number of people than usual because it was Boy Scout Day at the Naval Academy. Thousands of Boy Scouts from across the region acquired tickets for the big game. Troop leaders also …show more content…
A lot of credit went to senior Navy quarterback Keenan Reynolds, who in this game broke the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) record for career rushing touchdowns. During the game he scored four rushing touchdowns, which brought his total to eighty-one. This surpassed Montee Ball’s previous record of seventy-seven rushing touchdowns, an impressive achievement that will surely follow him the rest of his life.
At the conclusion of the game, the final score was SMU fourteen, Navy fifty-five, a big win for Navy’s last home game, seeing as their average score per game is thirty-two. Everyone rose, stiff and stretching, from their seats or towels on the lawn and fumbled around trying to find the exits. Fans slowly forced their way out of the stands, with mobs of people cramming their way into the stairwells. As the Navy football team’s shouts of victory rang throughout the stadium, the message to be a faithful fan and experience different things, despite the inconveniences, also rang loud and
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The Charleston RiverDogs had their first playoff campaign in 11 years come to an ill-fated end on Saturday night at Joseph P. Riley Jr. Ballpark, falling to the Rome Braves, 4-1 in front of a crowd of 2,230 supporters. Charleston’s loss on Saturday evening left them one game shy of stamping their ticket to the South Atlantic League championship round for the first time in franchise history. The Dogs earned the South Division first-half title in July with almost an entirely different club, as many of the starters were called up to the high-A Tampa Yankees. The season set records for attendance, 293,161 fans walked through the ballpark’s gates this season.
On Friday night, the annual Ely TIgers vs. DIllard Panthers football game was played. On the last play of the 4th quarter, Donnell Wilson made a touchdown pass that won the game. Although some say that the catch was not that great, I think it was due to the fact that he passed his defensive back, leaped to make the catch,and scored the winning touchdown. Part of what made this a great catch was Donnell leaping into the air to catch it. “Wilson made a leaping catch and landed safely in the end-zone capping an improbable come from behind win for the Tigers.”
Every Sunday the Stadium Parking lot is full of fans wearing red and a wide variety of tailgating feasts. The Cardinals have sold out every game since they opened the University of Phoenix Stadium in 2006 which is really an impressive accomplishment, having seen the paltry crowds that would show up at the concrete oven, otherwise known as Sun devil Stadium, in Tempe the Cardinals previous stadium. I have experienced both of these of these crowds and have to say the Arizona Cardinal fans are amongst the most hospitable, diehard fans in the National Football League. Although extremely drunk people do show up for the games more often than not, much fewer fights are instigated, and more fights are diffused, by Cardinal fans. Through thick and thin the Cardinal fans have stuck with their team through the searing heat and have proven their loyalty year in and year
“BLUE – WHITE –BLUE – WHITE,” shouts from the stands at the most awaited game of the year, the homecoming game. With support filling the stands from students, parents and fans alike the 2013 Rattler football team takes the field. Although a big part of the traditional homecoming game, football is not the entire reason we gathered this year in “The Snake Pit.” One of the utmost exciting moments of the year approached as halftime began, crowning of the homecoming queen.
As the melody of the national anthem fills the stadium on a Sunday night, the fans once there to support the NFL, neglect the game entirely, as they eagerly await the decisions of the players to either kneel or stand while the anthem plays. Sparked by the initial protest made by Colin Kaepernick, multiple players have “taken a knee” during the national anthem as a means of peaceful protest. Through her open letter addressed to the NFL, Taya Kyle utilizes repetition, rhetorical questioning, and a brief narrative in order to convey how the NFL and the protests have divided America. Throughout her letter, Kyle frequently employs repetition as means of stressing the responsibility the NFL and football had in America.
Thompson lists the passionate traditions of many teams and writes, “I love ‘ARE YOU READY?’ and all the other SEC football idiosyncrasies, too, because they come from the same kind of passion…” Specific traditions are not southern college football special, it is the passion that drives these traditions that make it like a religion. Fans put so much of their heart and soul into cheering for these teams, and they are devoted, ready to defend them at any moment. Similarly, followers of religions often practice it in their everyday lives, and they are dedicated to following it.
The sport I chose to observe was college football. I decided to chose this sport because football is a sport my family enjoys to watch. Also I enjoy watching football more than any other sport because there is so much that could happen, in football many unexpecting plays could happen, and each game is different than the last one. The game I chose to watch was a college football game between the University of Notre Dame and the University of Miami that took place at the University of Miami on Saturday, November 11, 2017. The game started with Miami kicking the ball to Notre Dame.
In Texas, football is a way of life; people eat, sleep and breathe it. Specifically for the people of Odessa, Texas this is very true. The book Friday Night Lights follows the 1988 Permian High School football team as they made their run for the State Championship. This type of culture that puts football and, everyone involved in it, on a pedestal creates no room for anything besides football to succeed in a town like Odessa. In 1988, when this took place, gender, class and race all mattered a great deal.
Possession was the one thing on everyone’s mind. Time was evaporating, the other team and their fans started to get optimistic. The buzzer announced the end of the competition and the roar from our opponents deafened cries from our team and our fans. We had lost the first game for our program in fourteen years.
Football is obviously an integral part of our nation’s identity. It’s the one sport that absolutely dominates the weekend, whether it be college football on Saturday, or professional on Sunday. However in some places in this country, the game of football is all that a community has. Award winning journalist and author H.G. Bissinger described in great detail such a community in his 1990 non-fiction book “Friday Night Lights.” Throughout the entirety of the book, we learned about what life was life in Odessa, Texas during the 1980’s.
Because of his outstanding ability to motivate us, the quality of our music and marching drills rapidly improved. As a result, we were awarded superior ratings and best in class awards during our Fall competition season. My service as band president has taught me the value of a good work ethic, the strength to go the extra mile, commitment, and selflessness. I will carry these lessons with me to college next year and eventually to my chosen career as a Graphic Designer. In an interview with a local news station about our band’s fundraising drive to purchase new uniforms, I said, “It’s a new era for the Ardmore Tiger Marching Band.”
Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties.
Long, American fingers crossing over 49ers jerseys. Orioles caps plucked from foreheads. A troop of nine year olds in blue speedos impatiently tapping their feet and twisting their legs as a loudspeaker screeches overhead. A celebrity wrapped in a tight red dress, pressing a microphone to the puckered “o” of her lips as her vocal cords strive for new heights. Every Superbowl, every little league game, every hot, heated, and overcrowded band of bottoms squeezed on metal, dented bleachers, Americans, aided by pride and alcohol, bellow the “Star Spangled Banner.”
The sun illuminates countless all-American names, with the occasional Coke or Papa John’s sponsor signs. The play clock ticks down to zero, and the stadium is finally filled to maximum capacity. Kickoff commences, players scramble across the field, and suddenly the only problems in the world hinge on if the Nike plastered football is past the downs marker. There are the elite suites high above the stadium cloaked in shade, but the majority are cramped and blisteringly hot. We are all united as one, cheering our team to victory, and thriving on the culture that is modern day sports.
“Fhweeoooo! Halftime” , yelled the referee. Coming back from the field I knew that we were about to get a mouthful of yelling from Coach Vernon. Starting the game 0-2 in a championship game was not pleasant. “ WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING ON THE FIELD” , he yelled viciously. “ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said.