...Ever since I was little, I loved to watch football. Due to this, I started to like a team that I will always like and they were the Seattle Seahawks, this team barely got their first superbowl in 2012, and that moment was the most amazing day of my life. Football is one of my biggest interests, I've played football since the 5th grade, either it was in the street or in the park with my friends. One of my other greatest Interests is traveling. When I was more youthful traveling rapidly ended up one of my interests essentially on the grounds that I delighted in it to such an extent. I have traveled everywhere throughout the world and seen a wide range of societies and individuals. The motivation behind why I picked traveling to expound on is...
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...Hi, I’m Mark. I play football. Just because I play football doesn’t mean I like it. Truth is, I hate it. I play because Dad loves football. When I mean love, I mean love. He has a ton of jerseys and knows about every single player. Mom doesn’t like sports. She says it is increasing the risk of injury and bad grades. Mom doesn’t fight with Dad about me playing sports though. She knows she will lose. I keep telling my best friend, Jack, how I signed up for football because of Dad, and that I would rather play soccer with him. Jack had a great idea to tell my football coach that my mom said I couldn’t play football, because she was worried about me getting injured. I could sneak off to soccer practice without my parents knowing. Even though it...
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...Hall of Fame coach Don Shula once said, “Sure, luck means a lot in football. Not having a good quarterback is bad luck.” The most difficult job in sports is playing quarterback. No job in sports is more crucial to a team’s success. Without a quarterback a team cannot win. A quarterback is a pitcher, point guard, and coach all in one. Just as in baseball, where a team wins or loses based largely on how well its starting pitcher pitches, a football team will win or lose based on how well the quarterback performs. If a pitcher gives up seven runs or a quarterback throws four interceptions, the team will most likely lose. If the pitcher pitches seven shutout innings or the quarterback throws four touchdowns without an interception, victory...
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...needed was the offensive line, including me, to dig in and delay them. It was a good idea in theory, but theory is not the gridiron. The defensive line plowed through us like we were made of tissue paper. My role in the plan was an utter failure. No matter what I did, what reserves of strength I tried to draw upon, they weren't enough. I was not big enough. I was not fast enough. I was not good enough. In short, I failed, and our team suffered for it. For an entire game, I was flattened over and over again by players that were larger, stronger, faster, and better than I was. After the game, I had never felt worse. It wasn't just the physical aspects, though my aches, pains, and cuts exacerbated my feelings. It was the sense of failure, of personal failure. Had I held the line as I was supposed to, we would have won. There was no way around...
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...The starting bell had sound for recess and the day marked half way over, I was almost there, just four more hours tell I was home in my bed. It was a hot Texas summer day and the heat had seemed to get to peoples heads causing all to be in a foul mood. A particular student who I will not refer to his real name but will call him tommy instead, had been extremely hostile and abusive. Problems with Tommy had lasted all year long and today was one day too many. Tommy enjoyed disrupting our football game that we enjoyed playing so much since it was one of the few times we could all be together. He would rush the field, intercept the ball and run to the other side of the playground forcing us to chase him to retrieve the ball. When we would attempt...
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...morning, but the hot summer day had already kicked in full swing. Not only was the heat bad, the smell was torturous from all the sweaty football players. They weren't even in the E-building, but the stench lingered throughout the whole place. I walk out of the coach's office to practically being tackled to the hard concrete floor by Halee which was running from Callie who just so happened to be carrying a bottle of ice water. One minute i’m laying on the ground next to Halee in pain, and the next i’m shivering from ice cold water poured over my head. Although,it felt pretty good. Standing up I look at Callie and Halee with a boring expression and they were silent with a pretty funny...
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...The Field of Dreams It is crazy to think how much that grass under shining lights could mean to an individual. The football field has been my second home as well as my place to showcase my skills since the 3rd grade. The football field represents achievement and dedication to me more than anything else. The hard work that football takes is unlike any other sport there is. If all 11 men don’t work together to achieve the same goal, success will be nearly impossible to achieve. The football field puts everybody to the test and only few will pass. The second my body crossed the plane, I felt my heart break. It was the fourth quarter of senior night and I had just scored. I knew it would be my final time running into that endzone. My teammates swarmed me and the crowd went wild. It was a great feeling but at the same time a heart wrenching one as I knew, I would never experience this feeling again. The football field is only available to its users for a limited time and I learned to cherish every second I had. I wouldn't trade one second of the blood, sweat, and tears for anything in this world....
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...Football Night “Line it up and start stretching.” I heard coach Quick say to us. So I line up and start to stretch. We start at putting our arm across our chests’. Then end at back-pedals. “Let’s watch the rest of the 7th grade game” I said. 5 minutes till our game. The 7th grade did very well. They were winning 18-6. With 40 seconds left, one of the 7th graders ripped the ball out of the running-back’s hands then ran the ball 2 or 3 yards. Offence goes out to run more plays. One more touchdown and the crowds screaming. “BEEP!” goes the buzzer and 7th grade won Their first game. We go out to run out on the field to practice some plays. My heart is beating faster than ever. “Captains go out to the refs” coach says. Our captains are Ephrem,...
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...I had been playing tackle football for five years and I loved to but suddenly that all changed. I got a concussion in the 2016 season and I had to quit football and it sucked. I had to miss some school and the rest of football. It wasn’t fun but in the end I was going to be just fine. In 2016 I was playing football for my school and I really enjoyed it. We were practicing on a monday afternoon and I was practicing with the cornerbacks. We were practicing tackling and I was up to be the dummy. I got hit it didn’t hurt any more than usual but after a little bit my head started hurting. It went away so I didn’t worry about it and then I missed practice on Tuesday because I didn’t feel well and we had a light practice on Wednesday. So the next day was Thursday a.k.a game day and we were playing Prairie we got crushed but every time I hit someone or got hit my head started hurting but I didn’t do anything because I thought it was just the way I landed. Then on Monday I went to practice and the same thing happened so I told my dad and we went to the doctor the next day. The doctor said I had a concussion and since this was my 2-3 one I should stay away from contact sports...
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...One day I receive a text from my good friend Jacob stating “Hey man you should play football”. I didn’t know much about football; this caused me to contemplate whether I should play or not. I had some interest in football, but I knew it was going to take time to learn. Disregarding my lack of knowledge I asked my father if I could play football. He said yes and supported my decision. I knew I was athletic but that didn’t mean anything because I had no idea what I was doing. I really wanted to play running back and that’s all I wanted to play but I needed to prove myself. Summer break was almost over and that meant it was the first day of practice. I just had bought my gold cleats and I was definitely ready. “What time is your practice?” my father remarked “You need to drink lots of water to stay hydrated”. I began to get irritated because my dad knew I already drank tons of water, “If I drink anymore water I'll never be able to leave the bathroom” I said sarcastically. My father drops me off at practice and I notice that basically everyone on the team were first time players just like me; this calmed my nerves a little bit. We started off by doing warm ups that were really absurd in...
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...Think about having to quit your favorite thing to do, or be in pain. The thing you’ve been working for your whole life. The thing you’d give anything to do. It was probably the hardest decision I’ve ever made. I like being athletic more than anything, and that’s why it was so hard. The hardest decision I ever made was to keep playing or to quit football. This decision came up when I started getting pain in my knee last year. Deciding whether or not to quit doing it after years of playing is so difficult even if you’re hurt. Think of the only thing that makes you happy, and just never do it again or be in pain doing it. That’s how I felt. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made, and it was the wrong decision. I choose to quit football. I...
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...jumped up to get the ball loose, and on the way down, a nail caught me in the stomach, ripping my flesh from my lower to upper stomach. When i first came down, I felt a sharp pain in that area. Then when I saw the large, vigorous cut, it made me realize how bad it was. Blood stained my shirt, and the ball. It was a mess. After I cleaned up, a scab appeared the next day. It was a sharp, clean, deep cut, therefore the scab was thin. Overtime the scab went away, and scar has formed. Living with this long, sharp scare is hard sometimes when I take my shirt off. But, I have overcome this and learned to live and love the body I have been blessed with. On the day my tragic event happened, I was having the best day ever. I went to the high school football game with all my friends. We were having lots of fun cheering on our team, yelling and having a good time. The night was just getting started because after the game we always go back to Scott’s house and play ball....
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...The cool air parted as I blissfully glided over the dew-covered grass. The ball fumbled between my clumsy feet as I dribbled down the never-ending field. I conjured all my might to use my tiny leg to pass the ball to another teammate. Soon the ball was with me again, and I raced down the field. My braids chased after me as I chased after the ball until finally I was close to the goal. The ball soared through the air and the small sea of parents fell motionless. As the ball whizzed past the goal, my face fell, and I kicked the dirt. Someone chanted from the distance. I looked up to find my mom clapping and cheering, then I checked to make sure the ball really did go out. Confirming my prior belief, I looked back at my mom who smiled and mouthed, “The next one is yours.” The whistle brought me back to the game, and I was determined to place the ball in the back of the net. As much as I would like to take credit for the burning determination and desire to excel, I cannot. Growing up, my mother pushed me to thrive in everything I did, and this discipline created a deep hunger to succeed. Throughout my life, my mom has taught me to always give my best and to never be satisfied with just getting by. I have taken these lessons and applied them to all aspects of my life: school, sports, work. There is not a single time that my mother was not encouraging me. Whether it be on a math test, during a soccer game, or at a field day event in elementary school, my mom has been my number one...
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...Kid Football I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. What to think. I was playing with my friends, and I was with Ryan. I was facing against Asher( my next door neighbor), Colin, and Eli. Well, we were actually playing in Asher´s front yard. The game was in the closing minutes. So Ryan and I had to hurry. we had the ball. We were on the 1-yard line. ¨Ready, set, set HIKE!!¨ Ryan screamed as I moved forward. I crossed the field. Ryan threw the football to me, and I caught it. ¨ Yes!¨ I exclaimed as we hurried back to the line, and he snapped the football. I was rushing down the field when he threw the football to me. Time seemed to slow down. I tried to catch it over Asher. But he was trying to catch it, I jumped, and he jumped. But I...
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...Being a football trainer was a huge part of my time in high school in junior high that I will never forget. It all started when I was a little girl going to the high school football games I noticed a girl on my sister's softball team down on the sidelines filing waters, taping fingers and all sorts of other stuff, That was when I knew that I wanted to be a football trainer but how? Somehow I got lucky enough in 8th Grade that I heard over the announcements that Coach Muck was looking for trainers. I immediately jumped at the opportunity, I talked to my closest friends at the time (Harley and Mya) to convince them to join with me. A couple days later we had a meeting set up with Coach Muck, he made us fill out a application and everything for...
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