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. I had never experienced how a college atmosphere felt until that breathtaking game. There were thousands of energetic teenagers all around me cheering for Clemson. Everyone I met on the Clemson campus was polite and had welcoming smiles on their faces. I had never experienced so many people in one place all supporting their favorite players. It amazed me how incredibly loud the Death Valley fans were and how the stadium rumbled when I walked through the gates. The fans were jumping out of their seats with excitement when the kickoff had begun. I was so overwhelmed …show more content…
Clemson game every year. We would make sure we did not make any plans the weekend of the game so that we could all be together. Instead of going to the game when it starts, we would arrive early and bring our grill to cook our own food until game time. The tender steaks and juicy hamburgers we cooked kept us full until after the game so we did not have to pay ten dollars for a hamburger at the game. My step-brother Jacob and I would walk around the stadium and collect all of the detailed plastic Clemson cups that people would leave behind after the game had ended. We always had an interesting time looking for cups and sometimes found money or jewelry instead. The only thing we hated about going to games were the long, boring four-hour drives back to
As a baby, I was still just the same Ohio State fan. I would chant and cheer for the scarlet and grey. I made a slight pronunciation issue that I will forever laugh at because it said Ohio Steak instead of Ohio State. I was defiantly the laughing stock of the family on Saturday’s and now no one can call me a fake fan because I was rooting for the Buckeye’s before I could even pronounce the words correctly. In the winter of my kindergarten year, a major snowstorm struck in Ohio.
I went to my first playoff game in the 2013-2014 Blues vs. Blackhawks series. Being in the arena for an NHL playoff game is an appalling experience. At a regular season game, fans cheer whenever a goal is scored, a big save is made, or other game-changing events. At a playoff game there is constant cheering no matter what happens. This series was played against the rival Blackhawks which made the excitement and loudness even greater.
I had an amazing time at my first Georgia Southern game. The field and stadium looked absolutely beautiful. You could tell that the new
My family and I were in Ohio visiting family when we got the news that my uncle had tickets available for us so that we could go to the game. We left early on Sunday morning with a plan of seeing a quality football game. However, there one thing that would this more difficult than we had hoped. It was a cold day in Kansas City, and it started to ran as we came in.
After we waited for maybe an hour just to ge tinto the stadium. When we were walking up to our seats we can hear the loud crowd all over the stadium we could here the cheers when the Dodger were taking the field and also the boooos the Rockies were getting when they were up to bat. I thought to my self how would it feel if we were Rockies fans and we got screamed at when we would walk up to our chairs.
They were another undefeated in our league. They were ranked at number one on the standings and we were number 2. When I arrived at the stadium with my teammates we found it fully packed. Unbeknownst, to us at the time the game was advertised over the radio, so people from all over were coming to watch us play. I remember the game being very physical and exhausting mentally.
On a cold, frosty, snow cover night in November at Welcome Home Stadium, was when my life changed. That night, two teams played for the chance to call themselves champions of 6th-grade football. All game, my team and I battled against the mighty Wilmington Hurricanes. We fought all game to win and finally we got the ball back with less than under a minute left and down by 4 points. The crowd was quieter than a church mouse as my coaches huddled us up during a timeout, and in that timeout, my coaches looked to me for answers.
Snaider Family Scholarship Being an Athlete there can be many times where you could find yourself in a difficult situation. Over time you learn how to handle the pressure and are better able to cope with it even though it is still a difficult and stressful situation. A time that stands out to me as my team being in a difficult situation was last year during the Softball Championship. That year was a great year for our team we were the champions of our conference and had made it all the way to the State Championship for 1A schools. We had already won a game and lost a game to our opponents and this was the final game.
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.
The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.
We were all sitting on the old wood table, and it had rusty metal to keep the seat and table. Also everyone was drinking soda or Gatorade/Powerade, and water. We were able to smell the fresh air breeze with us; it felt so good. At the end of are break the coach made us get up and made us play catch and stretch out so we were ready for our next game.
Sitting on the couch on a cold brisk november evening watching LSU play their rival the Crimson tide of Alabama. With cheers and boos howling out of my dad’s mouth as we scored or let go of
We also got wings because you can 't not get wings. It was just the four of us Jackson, Craig, Me, and my dad. Our seats were perfect. They were on the 50 yard line 20 rows up. Our friends had season tickets.
The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face.
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.