Personal Narrative: West Middle School Football

It was the moment I had been practicing for. I was finally going to try out for my middle school cheer team and hopefully make it. I was so excited I could barely focus on my classes that day. I had run through all of the steps at least 50 times that day.

One sunny afternoon on June 6, 2012 we gathered at the neighborhood baseball field in

Every long stride strained my burning muscles. I gasped for breath but received no air. Sweat seeped into my eyes, stinging them with salt. But, I felt no pain; actually, I could not feel anything. I could hear voices, but I could not articulate any words. I ignored the pull of gravity and the screaming of my body and lunged forward. All the while the only thought I could produce was, “Why am I doing this?”

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. After that year I told myself that would never happen again, so I started focusing on becoming a better athlete and trying to understand the sport. By eighth grade I was starting on defence and playing backup running back, which I did not mind at all. Playing the positions I liked, but then a team mate got

Ever since middle school sports have always been an interest of mine. When choosing my high school the sports that were offered was one of the many things that I took into consideration. I signed up for cheer during high school orientation. At the first practice, It was a new experience for majority of the girls; we had no prior experience. As time went on, our skills increased. However, we started taking tumbling classes. I couldn 't do it. That 's when the doubts in my ability began. I embodied the fixed mindset perfectly. Dweck said “ Your ability is on the line. Can you feel everyone 's eyes on you? Can you see the instructor 's face evaluating you? Feel the tension, feel your ego bristle and waver”. I stopped being eager to learn new things , I stopped showing up and dressing for practice, and I also came up with excuses to not cheer publicly. I stayed

It’s Friday night and the St. Rita football team is playing Mount Carmel in our homecoming game. Everyone is cheering and having a great time. The St. Rita football team is winning and everyone is exited. As I look around and see how much attention the football team is getting, and how when people think of St. Rita they think of our sports teams. How we have a great sports program. I have seen our football team get brand new, state of the art turf twice in the four years that I attended St. Rita. I have seen the basketball locker room, which, if you put it side by side with an NBA locker room you would probably not know the difference. Every time you go to the lunch room you would see all the trophies that the sports teams have won.

Bloody, bruised, and battered, Falls Church’s football team fought on in the fourth quarter. A football flew through the air as players crashed into one another sprinting to the ball, except I wasn’t on the field, nor was I on the sideline. I was a freshman watching our varsity footall team lose 0 to 48 on homecoming night, a familiar sight to many Falls Church students for the past 40 years.

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. We ended up going to the championships. The game was against Zeta at the big stadium. It was a really good game, we ending up losing. Even though we lost, it was fun and great way to get to know my hall better. I am definitely not good at football, but it was still a good time. In the beginning of the year I hung out with my hall a lot because I did not know many people yet. We all drifted apart once we found our

When we first moved here my mom went to one of the high school football games and was amazed by the spirit of the fans. She then found out that it was because the football team had won the last two games and they are supposed to be a losing team. Also at this time my brothers and I had been telling my mom for years she needed to quit smoking which she had been doing since she was 13. So, we designed a contract. The contract stated that if the Wabash High School football team had a winning season meaning they had to win 5 games that my mother had to quit smoking. This contract was made at the beginning of my eldest brothers freshman year in 2012 and stayed on the wall in our dining room until last year. Our football team won our first 4 games

“You are never going to make a goal on me,” Miguel yelled. That 's when the ball came rolling to Vincent. Vincent was getting ready to kick when Danny announced,“miss”.Vincent looked up and took a shot with the ball. It went up in the air and turned to the right. The ball flew into someone’s yard.

I am Nick Drew, senior football player at Campbell University looking to one day become a Division 1 Football Head Coach. What I want in life is for my family and I to be happy and successful. I think those are two of the biggest, yet simplest things about life. If I’m happy and successful then I believe that everything else will fall into place. Along with my family being happy and successful I also want my players that I coach to be happy and successful. I believe those are two of the main things that I’d build my coaching philosophy around, making sure the players are happy and successful within the sport as well as in life. “Our philosophies determine the way we view objects and experiences in our lives as well as the way we view people

I'm in the car driving toward the high school thinking about nothing except what I'm expected to do today in my game. I have my headphones on and nothing else is phasing me. People could be yelling in my ear and I wouldn't hear them. I'm only focusing on one thing. We all sit outside our locker room with our headphones on waiting for coach to come and unlock the door. Not a single one of us are talking, all of us zoned in with either headphones on or just waiting and watching. When coach comes we get our lower pads on and assemble our uppers to be left in the hallway. Then we go to the basement. We go into room 12 and coach gives us a pep talk.we watch college football pump up videos and then we all go upstairs and put our pads on. Now we have

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.

Freshman year I tore my ACL and meniscus during a soccer game. This injury set me back just not only in soccer but greatly in school as well. Before my surgery I had to go through pre-therapy to prepare my knee for surgery. As soon as pre-therapy started I began to miss school. In previous years I had barely missed any school so missing was hard on me. The day I had to get surgery quickly approached. My parents and I arrived to the hospital around 6:00 a.m. The doctors took me back and began to get me prepared. I was under operation for about three hours. As the anesthesia wore off I woke up to see my family surrounding me and my leg in horrible pain. The doctors told me I would be out of any sports and physical activity for about eight months and I would

My feet hop on the cement as the excitement from the crowd drives through my body. The tunnel under the stadium is filled with my teammates excitement as well. We’re all eager to begin the final game of the World Cup. After hearing the announcer call for the U.S. Women 's soccer team we all start to sprint out to the turf. The rays from the sun beam on my skin and I feel as if the light has enlightened me more. The crowd is overwhelming, but I feel the excitement and adrenaline. I continue to jog to the midfield line. As our names and numbers are announced I think of hard work, the practices, and the many games leading to this moment. For months us as a team have been playing against other talented countries. Today, we meet up again with Japan. Japan’s team lineup is being announced as my thoughts give me more of a rush. The crowd here in Canada consists of many team America supporters. My other teammates names are announced then I hear “Number 10 Carli Lloyd!” For about five seconds I hear the crowd roar and I see many signs held by fans.