Personal Narrative: My Football Field Experience

Standing out in the blistering August heat covered head to toe with thick, bulky pads and a helmet may not be everyone's idea of enjoying their summer, but for football players it’s what we live for. Those long summer days spent with your new football family (who we spend more time with than our actual families) help spark the idea that together we can prevail. For two weeks in which seems to be the most enduring, draining two weeks of our lives, teammates battle each other for the chance the start under the Friday night lights and experience all the gory that goes with it.

I was entering my sophomore year in high school when I started my first double session practice in the beginning of August. The first morning practice began at 7 A.M on a day with the potential to reach record heat. We sluggishly geared up in full pads, joking around about what hell we were about to go through. Half way through the first practice, already drenched in sweat the coaches began to set up the dreaded Oklahoma drill. The Oklahoma drill is a mini football field approximately five yards across and ten yards long. One team of

I set goals for myself and stopped at nothing to achieve them. Although some of these goals were a stretch, I at the very least had a plan. My main objective was to start a game in the upcoming season. I began learning every play and working on my own outside of football to gain an edge, just waiting for that one chance in a game to show my progress. My goal of starting a game never happened. I played a great deal of games in the first half but was never able to start. However, I played enough to earn my varsity letter my first year of high school football. After the season, determined and ready as ever I hit the weight room harder than anyone else to ensure I got bigger, faster, and stronger for the looming season. My results showed as I was the strongest player on the team my junior and senior