I play football because my family grew up playing it all of my uncles and my dad and my brother and I was also just really good at it because everyone has taught me from a very young age.The main to people who taught me everything were my dad and brother which were both really good at football. When I got to the field that day, it felt like a normal practice. We started off with warm-ups, and then ran the basic drills, like running through the pads. Towards the middle of practice all the positions met up and we did a team scrimmage. I was playing running back, and around the tenth play I ran the ball right up the middle and Nathan was standing at the linebacker position. He’s a lot smaller than me, so I thought I could just run through him. …show more content…
One day I was with my family at the park and I tried lifting my leg on to our car to tie my shoe and I couldn't lift my leg so I told my mom and she said “We can go to the hospital and see whats wrong because you shouldn't be having problems still.” We went to the hospital and had to wait two hours to see a doctor then eventually one came and got us. We went into a room and he asked what was wrong so I told him then he walked out of the room and came back about 5 minutes later to take me into another room to take an x-ray.I took the x-ray pictures then went back to my room and we waited for about 20 more minutes then he came back into my room again and told me that my pelvic bone was broken and that I won't be able to play football this season also i'll have have to be on crutches until it heals so about 4 months. He also said if I don't use the crutches that my bone could slip and I would need surgery or have a limp for the rest of my life. I was really shocked when he said all of this because I would have never thought it was this bad and I was also upset because I had to miss a whole season because games haven't even started
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Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find
At the one yard line, I felt a shove. Although I fell on the end zone, the corner-back landed on my arm, crushing it and pain surging through it. As I walked off the field, I showed it to a medical professional. After some examinations, he told me that I almost fractured my arm. Knowing that, I was the only other healthy primary receiver, I decided
I think he ignored me because I said it loud enough for him to hear. All of a sudden, I noticed Jayden walking over to the scorers table. “Oh no,” I muttered, “Coach knows I sprained my ankle, I hope the ball doesn’t go out of bounds. The next possession, a wild pass was thrown, and the ball sailed out of bounds.
Even though I knew that my mom understood that I was in pain, that didn’t stop me from complaining. Once my mom pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room, she faced the next challenge. Getting me out of the booster seat. I know that my mom loves me and was not trying to put me in pain, but boy did that hurt! I cried and cried as she took me into the emergency room.
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.”
One of my best days was when my soccer team won the championship. I won several other championships ,but with other teams. This was my first season playing with this team. The major characters in this event were me, my teammates, my coaches and the parents. This event took place in a park at sanger during the summer.
When I was 7 years old I went to my first high school game with my mom, the teams that played were Roosevelt and Flower. I will never forget that day Sept 8th at 8PM friday night lights. My older cousin Brett Pierce was the starting Cornerback for flowers, I admired him because he the starting Corner and he was ranked #23 in the Nation for his position. My cousin ended the game with 18 tackles, 4 interceptions, and 3 forced fumbles that was one of the greatest days of my life. After the game was over I asked my mom could she sign me up to play football, she told me I wasn’t big enough.
When we got to the hospital, I walked through the emergency room, but the surgical waiting room was closed. My mom and I were confused because I was my doctor 's first patient. When they opened the door the receptionist quickly gave me the paperwork and I started to fill them out. I freak out while I was filling out the papers because they had written out that I tore my right ACL when I tore my left ACL. I went to the counter and told the receptionist “ Excuse me ma 'am, the information on the forms are wrong.”
The first time on a football field and i was very hyped about it cause i got to play and the coach put me as starter because i was the biggest one on the field. The very first play we got sacked but are left lineman didn't stop the ball they got pushed over and we got sacked. The ball was on the 25 yard line and we were trying to get to the fifteen yard line to get the first down and we were short 10 yards but we could still get cause if we work hard you play hard.
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 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
Football had a major impact on my life, playing football helped me to communicate with others creating an brotherly bond with my fellow teammates. Playing this sport taught me a lot like size doesn't matter, it's all about hard work and dedication like it's your last time playing on the field. Football showed me how to be mentally and physically strong, to be a leader and lead by example. This sport became apart of my life being apart of the community and making my town happy, I love playing this sport and being with my teammates because even when there is time it's an easy day my teammates always push me to do my best so I can get better every time I'm on the field. Football helped me to care about others and to do what I have to help my
For many years I was interested in becoming the greatest soccer player in the world but I practiced only like once every two weeks. I started noticing that all of my friends were surpassing me in soccer and becoming a lot better than me. I asked myself, “how am I going to become the greatest soccer player in the world if I rarely practice and all my friends are becoming better than me?”. I told myself that I would become better than all of my friends again and that I would practice everyday for three hours.
How Competitive Sports is Beneficial Children at a young age have a lot of energy, To solve that problem, they are sometimes put into a competitive sports team. Many will disagree and say that this is unacceptable , while others say that it is beneficial. Children should be able to be put in sport teams because most children play sports as a passion,and it not only benefits them with being athletic and healthy, It's also favorable to children because only its a game, it also teaches children morals, and life lessons. One reason Children should be able to play sports, is that playing sports is beneficial to the kids health.