I tried out for the football team and i made it and i got on the A team. The problem was that everyone thought that i would be on the B team so I started to feel bad. Everyone was thinking that I would do really bad at our first game. I was nervous but I was also ready to play. It was the day before the first football game.
Sometimes it’s for a whole game and sometimes it’s only the second half. No matter how much time we have, we enjoy each and every minute of it. Back on Christmas last year I had my friend come over to watch my favorite team play. It was a tough matchup for my team knowing they were going against the one of the top three best teams in the league. My friend absolutely hates my team, so he was just full of bashing my team the whole game.
When I got on the field I was expecting for everyone to be friendly on the field as they were off the field. But instead I didn’t even get to touch the ball and when I did them would always give me bad passes so I couldn’t even control it right. In my mind I was like what am I doing here. There was no way I’m going to make the team if no
My mouth dropped and turn to my dad and asked where are we going? The security guy said “they didn’t tell u my dad and I both said at the same time tell us what? You also get to go in the locker room to meet all the players. I could not help myself ,I started jumping up in down with excitement .Walking through the door I heard my name chanted , the closer I got .It was them, all I could remember thinking was how huge they were. This was nothing like watching the game on TV, it was real, face to face with my favorite team players.
Then as my junior year came around my next sticking moment came. As seen in the picture my junior year I was finally on varsity. I didn’t expect to play or contribute much, I was just happy to be on the team. The third game rolls around and were playing one of the best teams in the league, if not the state. So, i 'm expecting to go in once were down by thirty or so and i 'll have fun playing the garbage minutes.
I was good at throwing in practice. I was excited to see who went to tryouts to see how the team would work out together. The coach didn’t let me start but had let me play in the game later on in the quarter. I did the plays and wanted to prove I should be on the team they passed me the ball because I was open. I took the shot and made a touchdown.
The pain was like nothing else I had ever experienced. My coach then decided to have me walk over to my mom so that she could take me to a doctor. Once my mom grabbed my stuff, my mom brother and I started walking to the car. While walking to the car, my brother had caught me when I passed out. This was not normal, I went back to the doctor’s office and they didn’t really know what was wrong because I should have been fully healed from my concussion.
Any football player could tell you that their career goal is to make it to the league, and that is it. Although, I too share this same goal—I want to take it further than just the league. I have been playing this sport for majority of my life, it has become more then just a sport to me: it has become a way of life. The joy I get when I put on my pads, the rush of adrenaline I received walking on to the field on game day, and just the thrill of the game is enough to make me do this for a lifetime. Realistically, that isn’t possible.
One of the games we did was a hockey tournament. I’m usually not one to play sports, but hockey was my favorite game. I’m pretty competitive so I played hard with a bunch of guys that played harder. At some point during the tournament, I was knocked to the ground. I basically just fell on my butt and nothing more.
I looked to the left where my mom sat, now stroking her hand up and down my back, and my dad standing behind her with a smile. And I realized, not only was I ready to jump over whatever hurdles life gave me, but I had people around me who were willing to hold my hand and cheer me on over them. I felt strangely prepared to face the inevitable situation that struck me that Friday the 13th, and no other choice felt right other than to learn how to live with it. As the saying goes, “the only way out is through.” So through, I