Showing grit is a common thing for all people in sports, but one that has really stuck to me was middle school football to now. When seventh grade football started, Coach was looking at kids for certain positions and he said my name first. I instantly perked up ready to get any position on the team, but when he said I was playing second team center I was crushed. I never played on the line before. I was tall and skinny, not big and bulky.
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.
On the Friday we moved in to Vail, at our hall meeting, our RA asked who wanted to do a flag football team. Most of us were interested and so our whole hall made a team. The games started in September and continued to October. They were almost every week. We did really well and won a lot more games than most of us thought we would.
“I don 't want people losing respect for me as a player. I want to go out in every game and perform to the highest level. I have no retirement plans. I 've had a lot of injuries but I want to continue playing.”- Robbie Fowler.
Football at the lot It was very sunny out the gang was playing football and darry was the person that protects the quarterback johnny was the punter he was a decent good punter but he needs improvement we could not be on the field he get beat up enuff so for know he is the alright punter. Two bit and dally where runners soda got bored so he just started to run around steve was a defender sumtime with soda when he was bored so when soda ran off dally would step in to play defense. I was the quarterback and every time i boced up a pass darry would yell at me that two bit was wide open then he would treten one more play like that I am QB. then we would play it for hours then all go home.
“A house is made of walls and beams… A home is made of love and dreams,” (William Arthur Ward). As teammates, we are brothers on that field, and we have to put everything out on that field together. We have to show love towards each other because without it; we will fall. We have to work together to see our dreams realized or we will be crushed.
Introduction It was the beginning of my 5th grade school year, and I decided that I wanted to begin a new sport. On the first day of practice, having never played the sport, our coach lined us all up on the field. Our team had a quarterback from the previous year that was returning, but he had no one to back him up this season. As coach Link stood back to examine his future team, unexpectedly, he pointed at me and said, “you are going to play quarterback”. Excited, reflecting back, it was one of the best moments of my life.
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.
At Carmel High school, Chandler Grey was the guy with it all, he was the star striker for the soccer team, he was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, all the guys wanted to be just like him, but, he was flunking, If his grades stooped any lower he would be benched on the championship game, and no one would want that. Ryan had a big Algebra final coming up and if he didn’t pass he wouldn’t be able to play in the big championship game. Ryan had been studying every moment of everyday, yet he still wasn’t confident he would pass. He knew the formulas and he knew the expressions, but something in the back of his head was screaming at him to study more. He felt as though the weight of the soccer teams future was on his shoulders.
I had reached high school football which in Texas is almost equivalent to college football believe it or not, football is almost like a religion. Coming from middle school, I knew I was the star linebacker, but high school football is as serious as a heart attack, so I knew my focus had to be on football entirely, and yeah grades of course too. After weeks of two-a-days in the hot, Texas, August heat, I made varsity my freshman year. While I was extremely relieved because this was an incredible accomplishment, my goal still wasn’t within reach and being a freshman on varsity put an enormous amount of pressure on my back, therefore, my work was far from over. My new temporary short-term goal however was to keep my starting position on varsity for the next four years.
One day five years ago my father asked me if I wanted to be the water boy for the Milton Hershey School football team. I said, “Yes”. So for three years I was the water boy. I once got cleated in the face. I had to sit down for a little, but then I sprang up as fast as a rabbit.
As a little boy I had big dreams of playing football. When I was walking in the halls of the intermediate and middle school and saw the high school football players with their jerseys on, they were like super stars. I looked up to them because I wanted to be like them. The high school football players were popular, they were happy, and they were important to the school. Going to the football games on Friday nights was the highlight of my week.
Being a Fantasy League Manager… It’s the tough that stay standing! The pressure boils as I have 30 minutes to pick my lovers, my family, my oxygen.
Walking in with wrists still taped and a swollen upper brow, I donned my royal blue “Marshall Acadeca” team shirt as I sat down to take the science exam. My senior year I decided to subject myself to the lunacy that consisted of maintaining my role as the running back of my football team, and simultaneously competing for our nationally ranked academic decathlon team. As my head still rang with the intensity of a church bell, I powered through the test and nine more the same way which I had powered through the opposing team’s defense just a few minutes ago repeating to myself “almost there”. The combination of mental and physical strain that football and decathlon created had become the norm for me over the past 4 months and my thoughts at night reverberated between regrets, and dreams of flying to West Indies to escape it all.
“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.
