Personal Narrative: My First High School Football
High School Football was an interesting topic. I was so excited to finally play at the high school level, but I was constantly worrying about if I would be good enough to actually play. I’d been playing since the 3rd grade, and loved every minute of it. After putting in the work at the middle school level, I didn't know how well I would do in high school. All of this changed after our first game, when I caught my first touchdown pass. This experience was so special because I realized that I had what it took to be a great player, and that I needed to work hard to get there. I first fell in love with football watching it with my dad when I was young. After sitting down to watch a few games, I was hooked. My dad and I would go out in the backyard
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Constantly doing something or learning something new in the one-hundred degree heat wasn’t exactly easy. Through the first few weeks I did well, earning the coaches respect and a starting spot at tight end. As practice went on I adapted to the new environment and was ready to play my first high school game. I was extremely nervous before the game, wondering if I would remember the right plays and what to do on those plays. The nerves stayed present through the pre-game warmups and through the beginning of the game, but something changed. On our second possession, our offense was doing very well moving the ball. I was making the right blocks and even made a catch for about twelve yards. We huddled up at the six yard line, and my stomach dropped when we received the play from the coach. The ball was going to me in the endzone. I lined up with nerves running all through my body, got in my stance, and was ready to fire off the line of scrimmage. I flew of the line, planted my foot hard in the turf, and as I ran to the sideline, the ball came right to me. I had scored my first touchdown in our first game. My teammates came to celebrate with me as I was still shocked about what just took place. The coaches congratulated me on the sidelines as I went to the bench, filling me with pride. It really was a feeling like no
Constantly doing something or learning something new in the one-hundred degree heat wasn’t exactly easy. Through the first few weeks I did well, earning the coaches respect and a starting spot at tight end. As practice went on I adapted to the new environment and was ready to play my first high school game. I was extremely nervous before the game, wondering if I would remember the right plays and what to do on those plays. The nerves stayed present through the pre-game warmups and through the beginning of the game, but something changed. On our second possession, our offense was doing very well moving the ball. I was making the right blocks and even made a catch for about twelve yards. We huddled up at the six yard line, and my stomach dropped when we received the play from the coach. The ball was going to me in the endzone. I lined up with nerves running all through my body, got in my stance, and was ready to fire off the line of scrimmage. I flew of the line, planted my foot hard in the turf, and as I ran to the sideline, the ball came right to me. I had scored my first touchdown in our first game. My teammates came to celebrate with me as I was still shocked about what just took place. The coaches congratulated me on the sidelines as I went to the bench, filling me with pride. It really was a feeling like no