Personal Narrative: My Love Of Football

Having only one soccer club in Bend to play competitively on and having a relatively small population put me playing with almost the exact same group of girls in the club as I grew up. This also left me knowing everyone who plays soccer and consequently when I got to high school soccer, I was still with the same girls. We had been playing with each other for 7 plus years and had become an incredibly close unit on and off the field. Some of my closest friends came from playing soccer. Soccer had helped me break out of my shell socially and provided an outlet for stress relief. My life revolved around soccer.

“I love it.” Football, this is the best sport in the world. I have more passion for football than any other sport. The feeling when I soar through the air and grasp a hold of the ball, without dropping it makes me feel great. Impossible means describing the dynamic feeling of sensation when I see the other team 's ball in the air coming right towards me. Because I have always loved football, I know that football belongs to the category named “my main obsession”. I feel that I have the potency to do something great with this sport.

I 've played football my whole life. Even after 11 Years of the game it was shocking that I was not good. My whole life I always wanted to be the all star and the player everyone depended on. But, it just wasn 't me. Following my eighth grade year I was detrimmed to put all the years of failure behind me. Freshman year was going to be a new start. That whole summer I went to camps and every clinqne I could. My level of play was progressing and I was feeling more confident going into high school. My freshman year was here and it was time to fight for a starting spot. The good thing about playing sports at a small school is you have a much better chance of playing. After the whole preseason work I earned a varsity spot. All season the work I

Being shoved to the ground and coming up with a mouthful of turf and a bloody nose isn’t the ideal way to spend a friday night, but for me, it's something I put blood, sweat, and tears into. Soccer has been a passion of mine since my father dropped me off at the local YMCA when I was at the tender age of four. Spending all of my free days for thirteen years running after a soccer ball is arguably what made me into the person I am today. Unity, tenacity, passion and pride have all been morals that are valued within the sport and in my own philosophy. I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there. Friends I had made came from the sport I played. I never ended up asking for friends to come over because to me, practice was hanging out with my friends, doing an activity with a purpose.

There were ten seconds left in the fourth quarter during the high school football finals with the score being 30-27. The Wasps were down three points when they had the ball at the 50 yard line, and the fate of the championship all depended on one throw. “Hike” yelled the quarterback; the ball snapped to him, and the receiver bolted down the field turf spraying from his cleats. 1.1 million students play high school football, and it is one of the most popular sports. The alumni have pride when they wear their jerseys because they represent their school. High school football should not be banned because high school football players will be angry, football is an important sport, and it has huge benefits.

Soccer is a sport that connects people from all across the world. Once I began my soccer journey I felt alone because I was the only African American in my league. For six years, I was surrounded by the people who defined the norm of soccer in my community. This norm was that Latinos play soccer and African Americans play football or baseball but I didn't follow it. Practice was one thing, but during games the eyes of coaches and parents were locked in on the only African American in the league. My first game was what I would call a beautiful disaster. I arrived at my first game and felt the pressure of what seemed like 100 eyes watch me . I stood out, I was not the same color as my teammates nor was I as experienced as them. This was the beginning of my journey and how I came to love soccer. Frequently, I was questioned by my brother and friends, “ Why do you play soccer only. Mexicans play this sport?”. I did not know how to answer this question until my passion for soccer became stronger. Soon I began to question if I should continue playing or not. Initially, when I started

Throughout the week the anticipation builds, you can feel it in the air you breathe. Everyone is talking about the game that is coming up that weekend and predicting how the team will perform. That is what got me so excited for my first Iowa State football game.

I had a unique beginning to organized running. I may be one of a very small handful of people that can claim that their first high school cross country practice was on the same day as their first high school cross country race.

Football is a very popular sport. I only played football for two years, but I still very much so believe I am literate in football. I started out just being a huge fan of football, but I decided when I was a junior in high school to start actually playing. I was awarded “Special Teams MVP” of my team senior season, and I believe this award only goes to further my claim that I am literate in football.

Football in the United States and Canada is a game that is played on a field with two teams, and eleven players on each side. This game involves many things such as play on the offense and defense, with different ways to score or obtain points. The game of football is broken up into four fifteen-minute quarters with a twelve-minute halftime break at the end of the second quarter. This game consumes the United States and creates a culture of its own, with everyone that played the game at some point or another to dream of playing it professionally. There are different levels to football in the United States from high school, to college, and then the pros. College football draws as much attention as professional football, because there are

The journey has come to an end, since the first day I ever put cleats on to play was one of the most amazing feelings ever. I couldn’t have been more blessed to the gamed of football. As a young child my dad always had me in that sport or doing something active as if it was cleaning the house or being outside with him or hanging out with friends around the neighborhood. When Odessa High let the freshman be a part of the football program, we were the first class to play as bronchos. I was a little disappointed to know I was going to be wearing red already instead of purple one last time. The first summer workouts came and I met so many new coaches and future teammates because all schools have finally combined so we will have a bigger roster and there was a little more competitive.

It’s Friday night. Lights flicker on simultaneously, illuminating the field. The scoreboard turns on and the timer begins the countdown to kickoff. Players and cheerleaders warm up on the field for the game of the season, as families and fans begin filling up the stands. High school football holds many peoples’ fondest memories, and teaches those involved important life lessons and values, but at what cost? Just during the 2005-2006 season, high school football players received more than half a million injuries nationally (“How Dangerous”).

Fourth quarter, down by one touchdown with three minutes left in the State Championship game. The score is 41-35 and all of the fans are anxiously sitting on the edge of their seats. Both teams are both eager and full of energy out there on the field tonight, but only one team can win.

I once took a risk when I played soccer. I interested in soccer when I was young and I tried to improve my skill soccer. When I played soccer with my friends after school at the soccer field near my school. I wanted to play as a goalkeeper then a few minutes I tried to save a ball by jumping into it. After that jumped I did not see goal post at right side of me until my head got hit by it then I passed out and I woke up at hospital. I found out that myself is fine but I feel a tingling pain in my neck. From this accident I'm afraid of playing as a goalkeeper forever. Dream,

For anyone who has ever been passionate about being the best at something, whether it is athletics, music, art, theatre or any number of other endeavors, it is painful to come face to face with someone who is more talented. I have lived this experience in college basketball.