Personal Narrative-Dirt Clod War

It’s fourth and nineteen, Tampa Bay’s special teams unit comes on, trying to pin Carolina deep in their own territory. “Hike!” It’s a fake! Tampa Bay’s punter drops back. He finds a double covered, third string running back streaking down the field. He throws the ball as hard as he can. The ball travels a total of three yards before an oncoming Julius Peppers snags it out of the air. “Interception! He’s at the thirty. The twenty. The ten. He could go all the way! Touchdown!” This was the play that capped off my brothers 56-0 beat-down of me in our Blackfoot cousins Madden tournament. Taking a moment to comprehend what had just happened, I stared at the screen in disbelief. The entire ensuing minute was madness. “You cheated!”, “That would
The teams were Justin and Bobby against me, Tyler, and Paul. This game always ended in defeat for my team, partly because we were inferior at throwing, and partly because Justin and Bobby would shove rocks into their dirt clods. At night, we would run inside, eat something, and run downstairs to play, “War in the Dark.” This was just pure chaos. The rules went as follows: every ball in the house would be dumped in the basement, the lights would be turned off, and we would throw balls at each other until we were too tired to continue. We would finish the night by turning on Bobby’s favorite movie, Gettysburg, and drift off to sleep. After successfully defending the Union’s position, General Buford triumphantly declares, “General Reynolds, we’ve held the high ground.” (Maxwell). This line may seem insignificant, but still to this day, after any small success, we’ll turn to each and say, “General Reynolds, we’ve held the high
They spent hours perfecting their project. Their hard work culminated in a win at the state competition, and an opportunity to go to Washington DC and compete in the National tournament. I was so excited! Not for Tyler and Bobbies accomplishment, but because our entire family was going up to DC to support them. This meant a whole week of hanging out with my best friends! The trip was awesome. At every cool place we visited, we would get out our camera and make a little video about our adventures in DC. Cannon Productions was born! Our first video was published years later. The film follows a group of young teenager males, tracking their workout and dietary habits. After a period of time, the two who don’t take fitness and nutrition seriously, end up pretty chubby, on the couch, drinking soda (Productions). Was it a good video? No, but it was very fun to make, and was a way for us to bond without launching rock-filled dirt clods at each other. As we made more videos, the quality of our videos increased. They were never good, but they were a lot better than the first one we had