Narrative Essay On Football Practice

The summer before junior year, I spent every weekday at work and then I went to football practice. I was ecstatic for junior year, because it was going to be my year. I was captain of the defense and was on my way to All-State and All-League titles. In July we always go to Camp Rilea for a few days of football scrimmages and practices. It had been a good trip so far, and we were looking extremely powerful for this upcoming season, but on the second to last day we were playing kickball and I dove for the ball and broke my collarbone. At first I did not realize I had broken it, I just thought I had dislocated my shoulder, but when I looked down I could see my bone trying to protrude out of the skin. Coach Bain drove me to the hospital, and when

Wobig and he told me my options and I decided that a plate with seven screws would be best, because I would be ready to play the soonest. Just two days after my meeting with Dr. Wobig he operated on my shoulder, and told me that I would be in a sling for 6-8 weeks and miss approximately 3-5 games. I looked at Dr. Wobig, laughed and said, “No way will I be out for that long, because I will not be held back from the game that I love for that long.” In my mind I knew that I was going to be playing four weeks later in our season opener, on September second against our rivals Harrisburg. I pushed myself and just four and a half weeks after my surgery, I had convinced Dr. Wobig and my trainer to let me play in the first game. I ended up playing in every single game that season and received 1st Team All-League titles for offense and defense, and 2nd Team All-State Linebacker. I was also named West Valley’s Defensive PLayer of The Year. to be told I wouldn’t be allowed to play the sport that is basically my life was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been told. Some people may have given up right then and there but I was determined to play and push through the pain to achieve my dream, and become a better man through the