Narrative Essay About Football

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. And I just went to Tennessee for a football tournament with kids that were a grade above me. Everything was going so well for me, but the one thing I was missing was a touchdown. That was the one thing I needed in order for me to say to my 10 year old weird self “I am one of the greatest football players at my age.” Now at that time I was starting cornerback on defense, but on

I did well at corner-back too where I tipped a pass and I got two tackles. So I was ready to help the RB’s score a touchdown, and I was in the huddle When all of a sudden, my QB told me that I was going to get the ball on a counter play. I got really nervous when he told me this, But when I lined up for the play I remember what Bugs told me, and I got really confident. When he gave me the ball, I ran as fast as I could and juked out one kid, then trucked over another kid, and I was running away from at least 5 players ahead of me. 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