Personal Narrative: Football
Ever since my freshmen year of high school, football has been the only thing that has mattered to me. I was given the opportunity to dress varsity as a freshman and being around that atmosphere, being on a successful team was intoxicating, especially to me at such a young age. I loved every minute of it, and I knew I wanted to be the one out on the field making the plays I watched that whole year. I made it my goal from that year on, I was going to give everything it took over the next three years in order to be the best football player possible. As soon as that season ended, I began to hit the weight room. Five days a week for the entire off season I would be up at 5:30AM to get a workout in. I knew that everything I was doing would pay
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My eyes were starting to gloss over, I didn’t understand what was going on, and my words began to slur. The last thing that I remember clearly was listening to our game on the radio, and hearing one of my teammates score a touchdown to tie the game up. After that the rest of the night became a very big blur to me. This was the best part so far that night because I just wanted to forget what was happening. The medicine allowed me to do that, ending the worst night of my life. Not being able to play football for me has been extremely hard on me. I still went to every practice and all of the games, except now I’m on the sidelines and there is literally nothing I can do about it. For the rest of the season (8 games) I had to stand on the sidelines and watch the team play, and be unsuccessful. This was one of the worst things to watch, because I know that I would have been able to help the team if I could have been on the field. My freshmen year was the only season where the football team was actually really good as a team. The other years we have been ok, but nothing amazing. So as the best player on the team with a goal of playing college football, sometimes I was forced to just play for myself. This wasn’t how I wanted it to be, but I didn’t have a choice because a lot of my teammates didn’t put forth the effort required to be a successful
My eyes were starting to gloss over, I didn’t understand what was going on, and my words began to slur. The last thing that I remember clearly was listening to our game on the radio, and hearing one of my teammates score a touchdown to tie the game up. After that the rest of the night became a very big blur to me. This was the best part so far that night because I just wanted to forget what was happening. The medicine allowed me to do that, ending the worst night of my life. Not being able to play football for me has been extremely hard on me. I still went to every practice and all of the games, except now I’m on the sidelines and there is literally nothing I can do about it. For the rest of the season (8 games) I had to stand on the sidelines and watch the team play, and be unsuccessful. This was one of the worst things to watch, because I know that I would have been able to help the team if I could have been on the field. My freshmen year was the only season where the football team was actually really good as a team. The other years we have been ok, but nothing amazing. So as the best player on the team with a goal of playing college football, sometimes I was forced to just play for myself. This wasn’t how I wanted it to be, but I didn’t have a choice because a lot of my teammates didn’t put forth the effort required to be a successful