Personal Narrative: My Knee Injury In American Football

It was time to play against Shawnigan. In the last rugby game of the season, we were pitted against our biggest rivals in a match that would decide bragging rights for the entire year. It was the most important match that we would play all season, and everyone was excited to test their skills against a tough opponent. However, I had a problem. I was carrying a knee injury that I had picked up in a game earlier in the season. Sometimes, my knee made it difficult to run, let alone play a game of high intensity rugby. However, I had been picked for the game, and I wasn’t going to let an injury stop me in a game as important as this.
As I stepped out from inside the school into the biting cold air, I looked around for my teammates. I saw the team gathering beside the field and moved to join them. Anyone who saw me coming would have known it was me from a mile away, for I was easily recognizable. I had curly blond hair that flowed down over my eyes. In addition, despite being quite skinny, I towered over most of my teammates. I reached the mill of people on the pitch and spoke to a few of my teammates about the game ahead.
“Are you ready to smash those guys?” Damian asked excitedly.
“Yeah were gonna win this!” someone behind me called. Soon, we began our warm-up to get us ready for the game ahead. We
It only took a few phases for us to get the ball back past the 22. Once we had the ball inside the 22, we relentlessly attacked the try line, but Shawinigan’s defense was solid. It was looking like we weren’t going to be able to score a try, but then all of a sudden we caught a lucky break as one of the Shawnigan players slipped in the mud, allowing one of our players to run over the line and touch the ball down for a try. The team congratulated the try scorer and began walking back to the halfway line, but for me the challenge was far from over. My knee was still in pain and now I would have to take the